Chapter 253 Chain
Collision
Renee’s injuries were no longer a pressing concern, so she decided to drive Rosa home herself.
The car raced down the road, largely because Renee was in a foul mood.
Suddenly, a tricycle shot out in front of her. Renee reacted in an instant, slamming on the brakes and narrowly avoiding a collision. However, the drivers behind her weren’t so quick to respond. One by one, they crashed
into each other in a chaotic chain reaction.
Pedestrians on the street stood frozen, watching the mess unfold. In the back seat, Rosa’s face drained of color.
She stared at Renee, her wide, terrified eyes pleading for reassurance, as if Renee were her only hope.
Renee stepped out of the car, her demeanor calm as she assessed the situation. A Bentley had rear–ended her
own vehicle, leaving its left taillight shattered and the bumper visibly dented–clearly the result of a heavy
impact.
But then she noticed something. The Bentley had now stopped inches away from her car.
“Ha!” Renee’s lips curled into a sneer.
Did this idiot think her dash cam wouldn’t capture everything?!
Losing her patience, Renee stalked toward the Bentley, stopping by the right rear window. She knocked twice.
No response.
Frustrated, she glanced around for something to break the window with.
Just then, the man in the passenger seat turned to the man sitting in the back and asked, “Mr. Goodwin, should
I take care of this?”
The man in the back, casually flipping through some documents, glanced up and replied with a bored tone, “No
need.”
The knocking continued, relentless and sharp.
The man, unfazed, continued signing his name with his pen, the elegant strokes of his signature flowing smoothly-“Ethan Goodwin.” After that, he briefly looked out the window–and froze.
Outside, a slender arm was poised, holding a brick, ready to smash his window.
Ethan’s eyes darkened, and his assistant in the passenger seat panicked, shouting, “Mr. Goodwin! Watch out!”
Just as the brick was about to strike, Ethan reacted swiftly, rolling down the window.
A rush of cool breeze swept in, mingling with the impending strike of the brick in Renee’s hand.
19:38
With her reflexes, Renee could have easily pulled back, but she didn’t. She was intent on smashing that window
Or whoever was inside.
Luckily for Ethan, he was quick on the draw, raising his hand to block hers.
If he had looked closely, he would have noticed a flash of sharpness in Renee’s gaze,
Ethan seized her hand, and Renee instinctively took a step back. Their eyes locked his steady, hers filled with
quiet fury.
Ethan’s expression remained neutral as he asked, “Miss, do we have a problem here?”
His voice was clear, deep, and masculine–cutting through the tension. It wasn’t the rich, smooth timbre of William’s voice; it was calculating, sharp.
Renee casually tossed the brick aside with a sneer, and then pointed toward her car, “Your car collided with
mine, sir.”
The sun blazed overhead, and Renee felt the heat begin to get to her, making her dizzy.
Inside the car, Rosa noticed the sheen of sweat on Renee’s forehead. She quickly found an umbrella, stepping
out and standing behind Renee to shield her from the scorching sun.
“Oh.” Ethan glanced at her car ahead briefly, unbothered. Then, turning back to Renee, he met her gaze, his
voice still indifferent. “And then?”
What? The absurdity of the situation almost made Renee laugh. She stepped closer, towering over Ethan. “Get
out of the car right now!”
How dare he sit there comfortably in his air–conditioned car while she was out here in the sun, practically
baking?
