“They’re right behind us!” the driver exclaimed.
When Zara checked the rearview mirror, she saw the Lindbergs on their tail.
Seized with panic, she yelled, “Faster! Go faster!”
“I’m going as fast as I can!”
Despite flooring the accelerator, the Lindbergs were closing the distance.
Suddenly, a silver Rolls-Royce flashed past them like lightning. It then spun around and swerved to a stop, blocking their way.
The driver jammed the brakes at once and managed to stop inches away from crashing.
Henry was thrown forward by the sudden stop. Spencer wanted to help him but could barely move due to the wound on his leg.
In front of them, the car door flung open and a couple of female bodyguards aimed their guns at them.
Charlotte gradually walked out. She looked as if she was the grim reaper out for revenge.
Panicking, Zara screamed at the driver, “Drive! Ram them! Quick!”
“But…” the driver didn’t dare to.
“I asked you to drive!” Zara pointed the gun at him.
Just when the driver held the steering wheel and engaged the car’s gear, the bodyguards fired their guns with a rattle.
The next moment, the four tires of their Maybach exploded.
There was no escape now.
Infuriated, Zara dragged Spencer down from the car and pointed her gun at his head. She threatened, “Move aside or I’ll kill him.”
“He’s a member of the Nacht family. What does killing him have anything to do with me?” Charlotte sniggered at her. “There’s no escape for you today. Prepare to meet your maker!”
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