Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 348

Dawn hesitated before taking the phone. "Hello?"

"Dawn, you really know how to keep things bottled up." Roxanne's voice came through, cold and sharp, like a warning or a reminder. "If you don't show up today, you'll never get another chance to win Ethan back."

Dawn paused. "So? Do you want me there?"

She honestly couldn't figure that woman out. Wasn't Roxanne the one behind all of it?

Roxanne's breathing grew heavier as if she were trying to control herself. After a long moment, she spoke through gritted teeth. "Yes. I want you there. And I also want you gone from my life forever. Got it? No matter where you go, you're just a pain to me."

Dawn pursed her lips tightly and stayed quiet.

"Or you can just die," Roxanne said, like it was nothing, then doubled down, as if that was the only solution.

"If you were gone, no one would think about you. It'd also be a relief for you, wouldn't it?"

"Roxanne, if you're having a breakdown, see a psychiatrist. Don't drag me into it."

Dawn was about to hang up when the voice on the other end snapped.

"Dawn, I wish you were dead!"

She slammed the phone down, cutting Roxanne off.

She handed the phone back to Victor. Up ahead, a sign pointed to the off-ramp. Just one more bridge, and they'd be close to the airport.

Dawn shut her eyes. Her thoughts felt like a twisted knot inside her head, so tight it made her nerves ache.

Then, the car jerked hard around a corner.

She opened her eyes and caught Victor's serious look in the rearview mirror.

"Hold on tight, Ms. Porter!"

Dawn grabbed the handle above the door. "What's happening? Are we being chased?"

She looked back. It wasn't just one car—it was a whole bunch of them!

Roxanne had to be behind that.

Dawn gasped sharply. The sudden turns slammed her against the door again and again, making it impossible to stay steady.

The car sped up. A red light appeared ahead.

Victor gritted his teeth and pressed the accelerator straight through.

The chasing cars closed in from both sides, right alongside them.

Every driver had a cap and a mask. Dawn and Victor couldn't see their faces.

Bang!

A car hit them from the left.

The wheel jerked in Victor's hands. He cursed, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Watch yourself, Ms. Porter!"

"Mr. Curran."

"Still no contact?"

"Not yet. We traced Victor's phone, but the signal is gone."

Jonathan's face darkened. He'd picked Victor to go with Dawn because he was the most reliable bodyguard.

No contact now meant something bad had happened.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then said coldly, "Pull every camera along their route. I want to see where they went."

Before he could finish, his secretary rushed in with a tablet.

"Mr. Curran, bad news!"

"Spit it out."

"The news just reported a major crash. That was the car you sent with Ms. Porter. It went into the river!"

Jonathan froze for a second, then shot up and strode out, his voice shaking. "Get a car!"

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the bridge. Police and reporters were already there.

He leaned toward his assistant and whispered something, then went over to talk with the officers.