Chapter 171

I nodded and glanced at the rearview mirror. "Alright, got it. I'll call the cops now and have them look for this car."

Maybe they realized we were about to call the police, because the car behind us suddenly slowed down and eventually disappeared into the traffic.

But we had already memorized the license plate. If it showed up again, we could report it anytime.

Savannah was driving, taking me back to the hotel.

Just then, I felt a strong jolt from behind. I turned around in surprise and saw a Jeep ramming into the back of our car.

I was stunned and quickly looked at Savannah. "Did someone just rear-end us?"

Savannah shook her head. "No, I think it was on purpose."

"They had no reason to rear-end us just now. They appeared out of nowhere and aimed straight for our car. With so many cars around, they chose a precise angle to hit us. It has to be intentional. They want to crash into us."

I nodded. "No matter what, keep driving. I want to see how far they'll follow us."

Savannah floored the gas pedal, trying to shake off the car behind us. But the Jeep kept up, sticking close and occasionally bumping into our rear.

The constant jolts and Savannah's sudden braking were making me feel nauseous.

I couldn't help but glance back.

The Jeep was still tailing us, hitting us repeatedly.

We were in a remote area, not in the city, so they were being reckless.

I suddenly realized this was Brandon's doing, trying to stage an accident.

I smirked. His tactics were still too amateurish. As long as I wasn't dead, this would be my leverage.

I said in a low voice, "Speed up and lose them!"

Savannah nodded and pressed the gas pedal harder. The car smoothly navigated the curves, leaving the Jeep behind.

The driver of the Jeep seemed surprised by Savannah's driving skills.

They tried to catch up but always fell just a bit short.

After a while, they seemed to get frustrated and floored their gas pedal out of anger.

Savannah did the same, and the two cars started racing down the road.

I gripped the handle tightly, feeling my heart race.

Savannah warned me to hold on tight and not move, as we could be thrown off at any moment.

I nodded.

The two cars continued to chase each other down the road, and it was hard to tell who had the upper hand.

We didn't know where we were heading, but suddenly, we saw a steep cliff ahead. We had driven onto a mountain road, and the intense chase had made us oblivious to our surroundings.

Savannah noticed the cliff and broke into a cold sweat, her face tense.

Racing here was dangerous; one wrong move and we'd plunge into the abyss.

The Jeep behind us didn't seem to care and kept ramming into our car.

Savannah gritted her teeth and cursed, "Fuck."

"If I survive today, I'll kill you all."

She sharply turned the steering wheel, expertly navigating the mountain road curves like a professional racer.

But inside the car, we weren't feeling the thrill, just sheer panic.

I gritted my teeth, thinking that once we got out, I'd make Brandon pay for this.

The city was just ahead. Once we got past this mountain road, we'd be in the surveillance zone, and the Jeep wouldn't dare to act recklessly.

I felt a bit relieved, thinking we were almost safe, but then I saw a large truck coming straight at us.

Our road was already winding, and we couldn't avoid a head-on collision with the truck.

The Jeep behind us swerved away, leaving us to face the truck alone.

The truck driver seemed panicked too, trying to steer away, but the long trailer blocked our path. The outcome would be the same whether we hit the trailer or the truck head-on.

I closed my eyes, ready for the worst.

I cursed at God, wondering why Brandon, who did so many bad things, would survive while I had to die. Was it just bad luck?

The front of our car got closer to the truck's trailer, and it felt like a slow-motion countdown to death. I shut my eyes tightly, cursing nonstop.

Savannah gripped the steering wheel, swallowing hard.

Then she made a risky move, sharply turning the wheel to the left, driving us off the cliff.

The car slid down violently. I opened my eyes, realizing something was wrong. I saw Savannah holding the wheel, and in front of us was a steep downhill path. I understood what Savannah had decided.

"Ms. Sharp, if I made the wrong choice, don't blame me!"

I gritted my teeth. "How could I blame you? That was a dead end. This way, we have a chance to survive. Just drive, I won't blame you."

Savannah nodded, and the car sped down the mountain. We hit rocks, tree roots, and trees along the way, spinning inside the car, feeling dizzy.

The car kept crashing, and we were tossed around inside.

Finally, the car hit a huge tree, and the airbags deployed, knocking us both out.

The smell of smoke filled the car, and we gradually lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I saw the hospital room ceiling.

I was startled and quickly called out, "Savannah, Savannah, how is she?"

My last memory was us tumbling down the cliff.

Savannah had protected me, steering right instead of left, exposing her side to the tree.

Royce was sitting by my bed. "Don't worry, she's fine. She hasn't woken up yet, but she only needed six stitches on her head. No other injuries."

I sat up suddenly, seeing Royce by my bed. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I let out a long breath.

"When did you get back?"

"The day I heard about your accident."

He looked worried, and I thought he was mad at Savannah. I quickly explained, "I supported Savannah's decision to drive off the cliff. If we hadn't, we would have crashed into the truck and died. This way, we had a chance to survive. And look, we both made it."