Chapter 597

Max knew they’d both be slammed with work for a while. Even when he got back to the Premier Palace at night, he’d be swamped with meetings. So that’s why he was all about indulging to the max at lunchtime.

He used to pause midway through his devouring just to catch her blushing, but today, he didn’t stop, not even when she playfully protested. He just shushed her with a bite as if she was a juicy cheeseburger.

Brielle rubbed her forehead, the other hand massaging her lower back. Maybe she should take up kickboxing again? Her stamina just wasn’t keeping up.

After work, Aubree texted that she’d meet her downstairs. Fresh from her yoga class, Aubree was the picture of vitality. “I should’ve joined Stellar Stage Entertainment the minute you did. It’s so much fun. I didn’t drive today. Mind giving me a lift home?”

Brielle nodded and slid into the driver’s seat. They hadn’t gone far when Brielle noticed a truck in the rearview mirror driving erratically. She thought she was seeing things and swerved slightly. The truck mimicked her move.

If they collided with the big rigs… The thought barely crossed her mind when the truck gunned its engine, barreling toward her.

Brielle’s eyes narrowed. “Aubree, buckle up tight.”

Aubree had seen it, too. She quickly fastened her seatbelt and swallowed hard. “Bri, we’re not gonna die, are we?” Such a massive vehicle could flatten them into pancakes.

Brielle was about to reassure her when suddenly, a cement mixer truck came at them head–on. Caught between the two, they had nowhere to go.

“Ahhh!” Aubree couldn’t help but scream.

Brielle gritted her teeth and steered the car towards the bridge’s edge. Below was a lake. If they got out quick enough after the fall, they’d survive. She knew Aubree was a strong swimmer.

“Windows down! We’re going in!” she commanded before crashing through the barrier.

Aubree reacted fast, rolling down the window.

Their car plunged off the bridge while the two trucks, unable to turn in time, smashed into each other. A chain–reaction pile–up ensued, involving over twenty vehicles.

“Boom!”

The sound of their car hitting the water was thunderous.

Brielle wanted to reach for Aubree but saw her already holding her breath, signaling to head for the surface. They had inhaled deeply before the plunge, so they weren’t in distress, but the winter lake was too frigid.

Brielle nodded, and they slowly swam upward.

Breaking the surface, Brielle took a deep breath, wiping the water from her face. Aubree spat out a jet of water, looking like a fountain, then gasped, “Holy smokes! That was wild! Did you see that truck? We were this close to getting hit! Your reaction time was insane! Look at the bridge. It’s all smoke. Those idiots crashed into each other. Serves them right! They wanted us dead, but we’re like cats with nine lives!”

Hearing this, Brielle’s lips twitched – Aubree was truly one of a kind.

“Aubree, let’s get to shore.”

After a sneeze, Aubree nodded. They stripped off their heavy coats to avoid sinking from the weight and swam to safety.

Once on shore, they sat, catching their breath, watching the chaos unfold on the bridge. Brielle knew those trucks were meant for her. If she hadn’t reacted, she’d be a goner by now.

A cement mixer and a big rig were a death sentence for any sedan caught in between. Whoever planned this was dead set on her demise.