Chapter 150 What A Fucking Nutjob!
“Ms. Carter, Mr. Mitchell’s car is gaining on us.”
The driver’s words yanked Renee from her thoughts. She glanced over her shoulder, and sure enough, William’s car was right on their tail, closing the distance with frightening speed.
What was he trying to prove? Hadn’t she made herself clear enough?
“Ignore it,” she replied coolly.
“Understood.”
Following her command, the driver pressed down on the accelerator, attempting to outrun William’s relentless
pursuit.
But William was equally determined. He didn’t back down, pushing to match their speed. The road ahead,
winding through the mountains with sparse traffic, provided a dangerous yet perfect setting for a high–speed
chase between two skilled drivers.
Renee sat silently in the back, her expression as cold and detached as ever.
As the vehicles picked up speed, the driver’s initial excitement soon morphed into a rising unease.
William had gone mad. This wasn’t just a race–he was playing with his life!
“Is he trying to kill himself?” the driver muttered under his breath.
Renee’s heart jolted at the sound of his words. The mountain road was treacherous and narrow. To pass
another vehicle, one needed to slow down and gauge the distance carefully–unless you were an exceptional
driver. Yet, William was attempting to overtake at breakneck speed, without slowing down at all.
Renee’s pulse quickened. It was then that she realized William himself was behind the wheel. He wasn’t just taking risks–he was throwing caution to the wind, putting his life in jeopardy.
If her car even brushed his, it would send both cars careening off the cliff.
“Slow down,” she ordered, her voice tight with sudden urgency.
The driver, already sweating bullets, eased off the accelerator instinctively, though he’d been shaken by the reckless speed. This was the first time he had ever seen someone drive with such reckless abandon.
William’s car, now ahead, executed a swift maneuver. He turned the steering wheel sharply, positioning his vehicle sideways in the middle of the road, blocking their path.
“Shit! He’s insane!” the driver swore, slamming the brakes. The two cars screeched to a halt with barely one
foot between them.
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“What a fucking nutjob!” the driver muttered, wiping the swent from his brow. In his shock, he momentarily. forgot to mind his language in front of Renee
Renee’s heart pounded in her cheat, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. She was still reeling from the danger they’d just narrowly avoided when a knock at the car door broke through the haze. Slowly, she turned, her gase meeting William’s figure standing outside.
The driver’s hand instinctively moved to his gun, his voice tense as he asked, “Ms. Carter, should I alert the
others?”
There were several care trailing behind, all prepared to act on her command. They were trained for this, ready to follow her lead.
Renee’s breath hitched as she answered softly. “No… No need.” After a few shaky breaths, she mustered the strength to open the door.
As she stepped out, William moved toward her as though to offer support, but she pulled away, avoiding his touch with a calculated, deliberate movement.
His face, which had held a glimmer of hope moments before, shifted instantly to one of disappointment, his
hand suspended in the air awkwardly as he struggled to hide his emotions.
Renee’s expression remained stoic, and she averted her gaze. Her voice, when it came, was distant, almost
mechanical.
“William, haven’t I made myself clear enough? What exactly do you want from me?”
“I won’t let go!” William’s voice rang out, louder and firmer than she expected.
Renee froze, she hadn’t anticipated his response, hadn’t expected him to react this way.
William stepped closer, backing Renee into a corner, his presence overpowering.
“Nene,” he said, his voice softer now, filled with a vulnerability she had never heard before. “It’s my fault. I’ve never told you how I really feel. My approach–everything I did–it was all wrong. The reason we’re here now,
at this point, it’s all on me.”
Renee stared up into his eyes, searching for some truth, some glimmer of understanding.
And then she saw it–his eyes were slightly red, the kind of redness that only came from the heavy weight of
unshed tears.
Her heart lurched. William… was crying?
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