Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 177

Crispin followed closely behind Larissa’s Panamera, his own car weaving through the city toward a less populated area. The speed was alarming, and concerned for Haskell’s safety, he quickly made a call.

“Sir, are you alright over there?”

“I’m fine. The brakes are out, so we can’t stop for now,” Haskell’s voice was calm, almost laced with a hint of anticipation.

Crispin was horrified. “What?! The brakes are out, and Miss Larissa is driving that fast? That’s suicide!”

He heard a soft chuckle from the other end. “Larissa told me not to worry, so I trust her skills.”

Crispin was speechless.

Was this something you could just trust? He’s gone mad! Since meeting Miss Larissa, the young master had completely lost his mind!

In his shock, he heard Haskell calmly instruct, “If Larissa and I get into an accident, just make sure to call an ambulance for us immediately.”

Crispin froze. From the sound of it, Miss Larissa was planning to crash on purpose.

Larissa skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel, avoiding any obstacles while glancing at Haskell, who had just calmly ended his call.

“Haskell, are you really not afraid I’ll lose control and drag you down with me?” she teased.

Haskell put his phone away. “You value your life too much to gamble with it, Larissa,” he said with a serene smile. “I know you wouldn’t walk into a tiger’s den unless you were one hundred percent certain you could handle it.”

“You know me too well, Haskell.” She glanced at the real-time location from Nightveil again, confirming she was close to Leopold. She wondered what kind of expression he would wear when the very car he’d sabotaged came crashing into him.

It would probably be one of pure terror. But it was too late for regrets.

…

A deafening ringing filled his ears, and then, silence. His last conscious thought was a bewildered one: Larissa really did ram me on purpose. Even if she wanted to die, how did she know my exact location?

But he would get no answers. The next second, he blacked out completely.

As for Larissa, the impact caused her car to flip, which ironically brought it to a stop. To an outsider, it would look like a horrific accident, but she had calculated the angle perfectly. Her car had only sustained a moderate impact, without any severe damage.

“Haskell, are you okay?” Larissa asked, wincing from a few scrapes and bruises.

“I’m fine,” Haskell responded from the passenger seat. “Just a mild concussion and some scrapes. Nothing major.”

“See? My skills aren’t bad, right?”

“Excellent skills.”