Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 375

That time, her parents and she were trapped by the semi-trucks.

There was virtually no way out.

In the end, her parents sacrificed themselves, yanking the steering wheel into a narrow gap and crashing head-on into the flanking vehicle.

They forced the side car out of the lane, allowing their own vehicle to slip free from the crushing trucks.

They used their lives to protect Madeline in the backseat.

Madeline remembered.

She remembered everything.

Those people had used this exact despicable tactic to murder her parents.

Tears streamed down Madeline's face!

But now was not the time to cry.

Even with his masterful driving skills, Quentin was cursing violently.

He bitterly regretted letting his emotions take over; if he hadn't driven them out here, the enemy would never have found this opportunity.

Just then, Madeline brushed her hand over his. "Quentin, it's okay. I have a plan. Create an opening for me, I need time."

Quentin nodded.

He regained his composure.

Even pushed to the absolute brink, he would never allow himself to lose control.

Quentin aggressively wrestled with the steering wheel. Because their sports car had a low chassis and the truck rode high, he used every millimeter of clearance to weave around them.

But the front of the massive truck had already pulled up beside their rear bumper.

Just a few more feet, and the coordinated vehicles would turn them into roadkill.

Quentin's heart leapt into his throat.

Just as their car was about to be sandwiched between the semi and the armored van...

Quentin floored the accelerator, unexpectedly rocketing through a needle-thin gap.

As they put distance between themselves and the wreckage, he checked the rearview mirror and was stunned to realize their escape wasn't a fluke.

All three enemy vehicles had stalled simultaneously.

They were coasting purely on momentum.

The lead semi was the heaviest, so its momentum carried it furthest.

The rear and side vehicles were lighter, causing the gap to steadily widen.

As he drove, Quentin ordered his trailing bodyguards to apprehend the drivers of those three vehicles.

None were to be spared.

Turning his head, he finally saw Madeline holding a compact laptop, its screen filled with complex lines of code.

It clicked instantly for Quentin. "You shut off their engines?"

Madeline nodded. "I hacked into their onboard computers and inputted a kill command. They won't be restarting those engines anytime soon!"

Amidst his shock...

Quentin realized the woman beside him was capable of far more than he had ever imagined.

She was, after all, a world-class hacker and a genius programmer.

Now that the immediate danger had passed, Quentin pulled over.

Madeline saw the security detail's cars arriving, having taken a detour following their GPS trackers.

The bodyguards spun their vehicles around and cornered the attackers.

They dragged the drivers out of their cabs.

Seeing that their cars were dead and their mission had failed, the attackers had tried to run.

But they were too slow and were immediately captured by Quentin's men.

Even from a distance, Madeline could smell the heavy stench of alcohol rolling off the drivers.

However, everyone present knew the truth.

This wasn't a drunk driving accident.

This was a targeted hit.

Premeditated murder.

"Quentin, who wants us dead? They used this exact same trick back then. My parents crashed into the side car, and they didn't survive."

Quentin's gaze darkened. "This time, I'm betting it's Eleanor. She wanted to take me out, and you got caught in the crossfire."

A flicker of pure hatred flashed in Madeline's eyes.

If that was true, was Eleanor Prescott also responsible for her parents' death all those years ago?