Chapter 976:
Lucilla remained entirely unfazed. Settled comfortably in the back seat, she released the seatbelt she had been gripping and burst into loud cheers, calling out, “Hell yeah! You are—”
Rylie had barely begun to smile when her phone rang, the screen displaying a call from one of her bodyguards. “Miss Owen! We have three identical vehicles mixed into our convoy! Please be cautious!”
The bodyguard’s alert struck with the force of ice-cold water, immediately wiping away the relaxed atmosphere inside the car.
Rylie’s gaze sharpened. She swept a quick look at the rearview mirror and, without difficulty, spotted three matching black SUVs positioned beside them and trailing behind—identical in model and plates, even mirroring the numbers of the official escort cars.
Within moments, the red Ferrari was boxed in by the three vehicles. Their heavily tinted windows concealed the interior, yet an unmistakably threatening presence radiated from them.
“Hold on firmly,” Rylie instructed, her tone turning cold and controlled, a stark contrast to the lighthearted woman who had been teasing Lucilla only a short while ago.
𝖶𝖾 𝘂p𝖽𝘢t𝘦 𝘦𝘃e𝗋𝘺 𝘄𝖾е𝘬 𝗈n ga𝗅𝗇о𝘃𝘦𝘭𝘴.𝖼o𝗆
The words had barely left her lips when the SUVs abruptly surged forward. Their engines growled with menace as they closed in from all three sides, attempting to trap the red Ferrari in the tight stretch between the highway barrier and their own formation.
Brad’s expression hardened, revealing something sharp and dangerous. He caught sight of one SUV’s window lowering slightly and noticed the shadowed outline of a gun barrel emerging from within.
In a quiet, grim tone, he said, “We cannot stop. They are armed. They came to end us.”
If they were reckless enough to fire weapons in broad daylight, it was clear they had no intention of letting anyone survive.
Rylie pressed her lips together. She had encountered situations like this before. Rather than easing off the speed, she slammed the accelerator once more. The Ferrari’s outstanding power responded at once, propelling the red car forward like a streak of lightning as it slipped through the slim space between two of the SUVs just before their formation could fully tighten.
The muted pops of suppressed gunfire were drowned by the roar of the engine and the rush of wind. The bullets struck the spot the Ferrari had occupied a moment earlier, scattering sharp sparks.
“Heads down!” Brad shouted. At the same time, he wrapped one arm across Rylie in a protective motion while using his other hand to try to push Lucilla lower in the back seat.
However, Lucilla seemed frozen by the sudden panic and the sound of gunfire. Instead of ducking, her first instinct was to hurl herself toward the driver’s side, shouting, “Sweetie! Be careful, sweetie!”
Her frantic movement nearly sent the car crashing into the barrier, yet Rylie recovered control at the very last instant.
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