The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 184

The ultra-luxurious, limited-edition Phaeton rammed nose-first straight into the back of the Mercedes.

The sheer force of the impact shoved the heavy sedan forward nearly ten feet, its tires screeching violently against the asphalt.

The trunk of the Mercedes crumpled like an accordion, while the Phaeton's windshield shattered into a spiderweb of cracks.

The airbags deployed instantly. Mrs. Sterling was violently thrown forward, her forehead smashing against the headrest and splitting open.

"Aghhh!"

Bruised and battered, Yvonne dragged a bleeding Mrs. Sterling out of the wrecked vehicle.

The panicked chauffeur pounded desperately on Miles's window while frantically dialing emergency services.

Pedestrians swarmed the scene, creating absolute chaos.

Miles remained glued to his seat.

The brutal collision had scraped his forearm, leaving a patch of raw, bleeding skin.

He stared through his ruined windshield at the screeching women, his expression completely devoid of emotion.

Planning to ruin Claire's life like that.

Even if he had killed them on the spot, so what?

Stone-faced, he picked up his phone and made a call.

"Find Claire's new address and set up a security detail. If anyone suspicious gets near her, take them down immediately."

"And get some guys to watch Luna Atelier, too."

Inside the boutique.

Betty hummed a cheerful tune, her eyes dancing with excitement. "Claire, karma works fast!"

"That Yvonne and the old hag got rear-ended the second they drove off! The old witch's face was completely covered in blood. Serves them right!"

"It's a shame about that black Phaeton, though. That's my dream car. You just know it cost a fortune."

The moment she heard the word "Phaeton," Claire leaped from her chair.

"The intersection right outside Square One Plaza?"

"Yeah..." Betty blinked, startled by her boss's reaction.

Claire bolted out the door and sprinted down the block. But the intersection was clear—the cars had already been towed, and everyone was gone.

The only proof of the wreck was a scatter of debris the street sweepers hadn't cleaned up yet.

Miles drove a black Phaeton.

Could it really be a coincidence? Or had he deliberately caused the crash?

She pulled out her phone. After hesitating for what felt like an eternity, she finally typed out a text.

[Are you okay?]

The message was met with absolute silence.

Couldn't compete? So what. Now that the game had started, Claire wasn't the only one holding the cards anymore.

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Oakwood Residences.

Claire returned home after sorting through Luna Atelier's final batch of orders, utterly exhausted.

She had considered calling Jared to ask about Miles, but she stopped herself. She didn't have the right to care.

Inserting her key, she pushed the door open.

"Mom, I'm home! What are you cooking? It smells amazing..."

Glancing into the living room, she froze midway through kicking off her shoes.

Miles was sitting right on their couch.

His long legs made the tiny sofa look even smaller, while Susan cheerfully handed him a steaming cup of tea.

What was he doing here?

Her eyes instantly zeroed in on the thick bandage wrapped around his arm.

He really was hurt. That Phaeton from earlier today was definitely his.

Susan gave her daughter a pointed look. "Don't just stand there staring! Say hello to Dr. Zimmerman. Where are your manners?"

"Dr... Dr. Zimmerman," Claire murmured, slipping on her house shoes and walking in.