Severe internal bleeding can ur if any internal organs are subjected to a heavy impact and rupture. This can lead to death within minutes, leaving little chance for rescue. At this moment, Deana had lost consciousness, while Zara remained awake. She felt as though the front and back seats were crushing her chest, making it nearly impossible to see. Pain radiated throughout her body, leaving her feeling utterly weak and in excruciating agony. In the background, she could hear the sound of a door being opened…


    The tworge trucks that had been the main force behind the incident were nowpletely mangled and unrecognizable. Thankfully, due to the elevated c*ckpit of the trucks, the drivers had escaped injury. The two drivers pushed open their doors, leaped out of the c*ckpit, and rushed to the Rolls-Royce to assess the situation. Meanwhile, the drivers from the two trucks that had blocked the road also jumped down.


    As the four men approached the vehicle, one of them eximed, “Captain, Miss Zara is in the car!”


    “What?! Why is Miss Zara in the car?” the captain, John Garrett’s most trusted associate, responded in disbelief.


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    However, John had only instructed Tate to take Deana as a hostage into the car, never anticipating that Tate would also bring the eldest daughter, Zara, along!


    In shock, John rushed over to check, and to his horror, he saw Zara sitting in the back seat. Her face was pale, devoid of blood, which sent John into a panic. Zara recognized John as her grandfather’s personal guard and red at him with intense resentment. Despite his previous confidence, John felt a wave of anxiety wash over him the moment their eyes met.


    He instinctively averted his gaze from Zara and ran to the cab, shouting frantically at Tate Landry, who was now vomiting blood, “Landry! Are you out of your mind?! Why did you bring Zara along too?! What did I tell you?! I told you to take Deana alone! Just one person, not two! Are you even thinking?!”


    After his outburst, John suddenly sensed that something was off. With an angry expression, he pressed Tate, “Tate Landry, you better tell me the truth—who prompted you to bring Zara along?”


    Tate, on the brink of death, widened his eyes, his mouth twisted in bitterness as he attempted to speak.


    John leaned closer, demanding, “What are you saying? Speak louder!”


    Tate managed to weakly utter, “I…”


    “You? You what?!” John snapped, losing his patience. “Just say it already! What’s the connection between us?!”


    Tate tried to continue, but a sudden violent cough interrupted him, sttering blood onto John’s face.


    Ignoring the blood, John grabbed Tate by the cor, gritting his teeth in frustration as he barked, “You better say it now!!! Hurry up!!! TELL ME!”


    Tate struggled to find the words, finally managing to choke out, “F*ck your mother—”