The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 710

In his car, Connor let out a desperate, guttural scream.

He watched, horrified, as Gwyneth's car veered towards the barrier.

Acting on pure instinct, he cranked the wheel, sending his car into a perfect drift to intercept her path.

Gwyneth's car, moving too fast to stop, slammed into his.

The force of the impact sent Connor's car flying a hundred meters down the track, where it rolled three times before coming to a stop.

His sacrifice had worked. The collision had drastically slowed Gwyneth's car, saving her from a much worse fate.

"Connor!"

Panic erupted in the stands. The crowd surged down from their seats, rushing towards the wreckage.

The crash snapped Gwyneth back to reality.

She unbuckled her seatbelt.

She had a few scrapes and bruises from the impact, but nothing serious.

But from Connor's car, there was only silence.

Gwyneth pushed her door open and stumbled out, miraculously unharmed.

Connor's friends scrambled toward his car.

Flames were already licking at the engine, and Connor was slumped unconscious in the driver's seat.

"Connor!"

Oh god, what had she been thinking?

If Connor hadn't blocked her, she would be the one lying in a pool of her own blood right now.

His friends managed to drag him out of the driver's seat just in time.

The men half-carried, half-dragged Connor as far from the burning vehicle as they could.

They had only gotten a few steps away when a deafening explosion ripped through the air behind them.

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