Charlotte Miller gently nodded. Daniel Parker was not wrong, if she feared even this small matter, how could she stand alongside him?
The engine of the car roared, igniting the blood-pumping sound, and Daniel Parker pushed the speed to the maximum.
He swerved off the congested main road and raced towards the intersection.
The road was becoming more deserted, while the scenery was increasingly beautiful—who could have guessed that this picturesque mountain place was hiding murderous intent?
They seemed to have reached the mountain road and then traversed through the guardrails; she seemed to faintly see the situation below.
The dark vehicles collided into each other, piling up and blocking the entire road…
Charlotte Miller's gaze fixed below; her shimmering eyes were trembling with light, her delicate face pale as paper at this sight.
Suddenly, her watery eyes caught a few chasing cars passing by on the road, all appearing scratched from collisions.
