Love on the Fast Track - Chapter 869

Chapter 869:

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The mountain loomed large, with the road tightly hugging its contours. Here, speed had to yield to the sharp bends of the path. Pressing down hard on the accelerator, Norah’s car drifted along the curves, her heart racing with the thrill.

It was then that she noticed something off about the two black cars trailing behind her. They had shed any pretense of casual pursuit and were now aggressively bearing down on her, forcing her towards the roadside.

Ignoring the dangerous curves of the mountain road, the drivers of the black cars did not let up. They pressed hard, trying to corner her.

Norah’s gaze hardened. Who could be behind it this time? Was it the assassins’ guild, some criminal syndicate, or perhaps another enemy who bore her ill will?

With deft maneuvers born from her superb driving skills, Norah dodged the aggressive vehicles. Yet, they persisted, hell-bent on forcing her to a stop. The stakes of stopping were unknown, but Norah was certain it wouldn’t end well. Her only option was to break through their blockade by any means necessary.

The highway was devoid of streetlights, and the three cars chased each other in a high-stakes dance of metal and speed. Although Norah was an expert driver, the relentless assault from the other cars was too much. They began ramming into her, each hit a deliberate attempt to send her tumbling off the cliff.

This felt eerily familiar to Norah. It was a clear attempt on her life, reminiscent of past threats, perhaps even from her own uncle, Iker.

Despite her resilience and skill, Norah found herself at a dire disadvantage, struggling to maintain control in an increasingly desperate situation.

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The road ahead curved sharply, and as she approached the cliff’s edge, she caught sight of a black car in her rearview mirror, plunging directly off the cliff.

Survival from such a fall seemed improbable, akin to winning the lottery.

Caught in a daze, she barely noticed another black car nudging hers from behind, pushing it closer to the edge of the cliff. Desperately, Norah jerked the steering wheel, but her car remained unresponsive. With no escape on the narrow road, she was forced to stay in the driver’s seat, feeling her car being shoved closer to the cliff’s brink.

As her car dangled momentarily in the air, she closed her eyes, resigning herself to the fate of dying in such a grim manner.

The sports car spiraled down the cliff, somersaulting through the air before disappearing from sight.

On the highway, the black car came to a halt. Its driver stepped out, snapped a few photos, and dialed a number.

“Mission completed! The target is dead!” he reported. After the call, he climbed back into the car and sped off, leaving behind nothing but a shattered guardrail to hint at the deadly plunge.

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