The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349

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I started to protest but fell silent as we pulled into a secluded private racetrack. Beveral young men in racing suits approached us, their faces lighting up at the sight of Jeremy.

Jeremy, man! Long time no see!*

I looked around, momentarily distracted from my anger. “What is this place?‘

“My secret garden,” he winked. “Architectural design isn’t my only passion.

I watched, my curiosity reluctantly piqued, as Jeremy chatted comfortably with the racers. Their easy camaraderie revealed a side of him I hadn’t expected.

‘I wouldn’t have guessed the golden–boy architect plays so wild in his off hours, said, studying his animated expression.

Jeremy shrugged. “When you’re constantly squeezed by client budgets and demands, you need an outlet. He handed me a racing suit and helmet. “Trust me, when your adrenaline spikes, it’s remarkably easy to forget your troubles. Even the Harper kind.”

“I’ve never done anything like this…” I hesitated, the material of the racing suit unfamiliar in my hands. “Is this legal?”

‘It’s a private track. As long as we don’t end up in the hospital, nobody cares.” He winked. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you around once to get the feel of it.”

After changing, we stood trackside before a line of modified sports cars. Jeremy selected a red Ferrari for me. “This one suits you–mild enough but still exciting.

Settling into the driver’s seat, I felt my heart rate quicken as the engine roared to life. The vibration traveled through the seat into my body, making my fingertips tingle against the steering wheel. Jeremy’s voice came through my headset: “Take it slow at first. Get a feel for how she responds.”

My hands trembled as I pressed the accelerator. The car lurched forward, and my stomach dropped with a sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. As I completed the first lap, I found myself leaning forward in the seat, my grip on the wheel relaxing slightly. By the second lap, my breathing had deepened, and the muscles in my shoulders began to release their tension.

“How does it feel?” Jeremy’s voice asked.

‘Like I’m in control again,” I answered truthfully, surprising myself.

The anger that had consumed me at the police station began to dissolve, replaced by intense focus. Each turn demanded my complete attention. There was no room for thoughts of my father, Victoria, or the injustice of the legal system. There was only the track, the car, and my reflexes.

After three laps, confidence surged through me. I increased my speed, my heart pounding with a different kind of tension–excitement rather than rage. Jeremy’s voice crackled through the headset, “Watch this next turn. Brake earlier than you think.”

But something in me rebelled against caution. I pressed the accelerator harder instead, craving more speed, more sensation. The speedometer climbed rapidly as I approached the curve,

Suddenly, a sharp, sickening sound cut through the engine’s roar–the right tire blowing out. The steering wheel jerked violently in my hands. The car spun wildly, my vision becoming a blur of colors. Panic flooded my system. I stomped esperately on the brake, but the car continued its uncontrolled slide toward the barrier.

Aria! Turn into the skid! Jeremy’s frantic voice shouted in my ear, but my body ad frozen in terror.

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The barrier loomed farger. Time slowed. I could see every detail of the approach metal railing. My muscles locked. I couldn’t breathe.

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Through my peripheral vision, I saw Jeremy car accelerating rapidly, positioning itself behind me. In a split second of calculated precision, he rammed into my car’s rear quarter panel. The impact jolted me forward in my seat, but it changed my ear’s trajectory–instead of hitting the barrier head–on at full speed, my vehicle spun sideways and struck the metal railing with a glancing blow

The crash was still violent. Metal scraped against metal with an ear–splitting screech. My car bounced off the barrier and skidded to a stop in the grass, steam hissing from the crumpled hood. But Jeremy’s intervention had transformed what would have been a devastating frontal collision into a survivable side impact.

I sat stunned in the driver’s seat, my hands still gripping the wheel, adrenaline making everything feel surreal. Through the spider webbed side window, I could see Jeremy’s car had spun out after the impact, coming to rest about fifty yards away.

“Aria! Jeremy’s voice crackled through the headset. ‘Are you hurt? Can you move

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