Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451 There’s a Bomb on the Car!

Gideon turned his head slightly.

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“Theodore arranged this,” the Alpha King said. His voice was measured, but it held no warmth. “He told me that as long as all of you are in this car, I will be fine.”

Garrett stared at him.

He couldn’t tell if Gideon was cooperating with Theodore’s plan playing along to force a confession out of them or if the old man genuinely didn’t know the car had been compromised.

Either way, neither option was reassuring.

Victor’s breath came out slow and controlled through his nose.

He knew exactly what Mason had done to this car. He had known for days. He had even added his own layer to the plan – a hired driver, a heavy truck, ready to intercept the convoy at the right moment and ensure the job was finished.

But he was supposed to be watching from a safe distance.

Not sitting inside the target.

His eyes flicked to the rear window.

The convoy stretched behind them, escort cars moving in tight formation.

Victor scanned the surrounding vehicles.

His stomach dropped.

He looked forward again and kept his face completely blank.

“Sir,” the driver said suddenly.

His voice had changed.

“Sir, I something is wrong with the brakes.”

Theron’s head snapped up.

“What?”

“The brakes.” The driver’s face had gone the color of old paper. His foot was pressing down, hard, and the car was not slowing. “They’re not – I can’t the car isn’t responding.”

“That’s impossible,” Theron said, his voice already climbing. “This car was serviced yesterday. The maintenance team signed off on everything-”

“I know.” The driver’s voice cracked. “I know, sir, but the brakes are gone. There’s nothing there. The car is completely-”

He hit the pedal again. Full force.

Nothing.

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The car kept moving, smooth and steady and utterly indifferent to anything the driver did.

Theron turned to his father with wide, frightened eyes.

“Father, what do we do?”

Gideon’s expression had gone very still.

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He straightened in his seat and said, with forced calm, “Contact the escort vehicles. Get them to box us in and force the car to a stop.”

The driver reached for the communications panel.

His face fell.

“It’s dead,” he said. “The whole system – it’s not working. I can’t reach anyone.”

The silence that followed was absolute.

Theron made a sound that was almost a whimper.

“Call Theodore,” he said, voice shaking. “Father, call Theodore right now-”

“I don’t have my phone,” Gideon said flatly.

Garrett had already checked the speedometer.

Sixty–eight miles per hour. Still climbing slowly.

Not fatal at this speed, if they hit something solid. Painful. Possibly survivable.

But Victor still had his contingency plan out there somewhere, and Garrett had no way of knowing when or where it would appear.

He looked at Victor.

Victor was staring straight ahead.

His expression gave nothing away, but Garrett had known Victor long enough to read the tension in his

shoulders.

He’s scared.

Whatever Victor had arranged, it was close.

The convoy reached the intersection.

The traffic light ahead turned red.

The escort cars slowed, one by one, pulling to a stop in the intersection.

The driver of Gideon’s car swore under his breath and wrenched the steering wheel hard to the right.

There was no other option.

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Behind the wheel, Amelia held the car steady with both hands, her focus absolute, keeping the two vehicles running parallel with less than two feet between them.

The driver of Gideon’s car rolled his window down.

“The brakes!” he shouted over the wind. “The brakes are completely gone, I can’t stop the cart

Theodore leaned closer to the open window, reading the situation in seconds.

Amelia adjusted her grip and eased their car closer, narrowing the gap until the two vehicles were almost

touching.

Theodore was already forming a response when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He glanced at the screen.

Jasper.

He answered immediately and put it on speaker.

Jasper’s voice came through broken and urgent, thick with something that sounded like guilt.

“Theodore. I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. I should have-” A sharp breath. “Mason has been planning this for years. He believes Gideon is responsible for my mother’s death. He’s been waiting for the right moment.”

“I know,” Theodore said, his voice even. “I’m working on stopping the car now.”

“Theodore.” Jasper’s voice dropped. “Listen to me. It’s not just the brakes.”

The air in the car shifted.

Amelia’s eyes moved to Theodore.

Theodore’s expression didn’t change, but something in his stillness became absolute.

“Mason didn’t only cut the brake line,” Jasper said.

A pause.

One second.

Two.

“He put a bomb on the car.”

The words landed like a stone dropped into still water.

“It’s on the undercarriage. Someone has a detonator. If they press it-”

Jasper’s voice fractured.

“Theodore, if anyone presses that button, the car is gone. Everyone inside it is gone.”