Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Big Sister Qi’s Car Stunt, Drake White’s Accusation
Drake White’s hand suddenly slipped on the steering wheel—was it what he thought it meant?
Someone was chasing them closely behind. If he changed positions, it would mean stopping the car, giving the pursuers an opportunity.
"Switching seats now doesn’t seem appropriate."
Who would have thought.
Claire Green’s eyes glinted with a hint of defiance. She lazily kicked the back of the seat, "Hurry up."
In the end.
She raised her chin, "Climb over to the passenger seat."
What the hell are you talking about?
Drake White widened his eyes, wanting to turn his head but realizing he was driving, he forced himself to hold back.
"Climb over, are you sure you’re not joking?" His voice was full of astonishment.
In this high-speed situation, this person was asking him to climb to the passenger seat—wouldn’t that lead to a wreck?
The low hum from Claire Green conveyed danger to Drake White, and without another word, he reduced the speed and obediently climbed into the passenger seat.
With no one driving the car, it immediately started performing ’vehicular figure skating’ by decelerating.
"Alright, begin your performance."
Drake White tightened the seatbelt and urged.
Claire Green deftly flipped into the driver’s seat, glanced at the rearview mirror, and her lips curled into a mischievous smile.
Then, she slammed the pedal to the floor, the roar of the engine deafening.
Watching the car ahead speeding recklessly, Jacob Jordan swore under his breath, "Damn, are they crazy? Such a death wish."
However, he had barely finished speaking.
He was not feeling well.
"Keep up. If you lose them, prepare to face a punishment yourself."
Julian Sia lifted his eyes slightly, dark waves surged in his pupils, his thin lips parted, his voice cold as an icy pool.
Still chasing?
Why was Boss Sia suddenly so relentless in pursuing Drake White’s car?
Jacob Jordan blinked, resignedly following after them.
For people like them, reckless racing was standard behavior.
The two cars in front and behind refused to give in, the gap between them widening and then closing rapidly.
This scene was soon reported to several factions, their expressions heavy.
There was no need to guess; everyone knew that Poppy Estate was definitely chasing Emma White now.
Damn, how could they act so fast?
...
"Easy there, young one."
Drake White turned his head to look at the girl, his voice floated lightly in a reminder.
He was too old to want to experience speed and passion.
As soon as he finished speaking.
The car suddenly performed a sharp drift, perfectly rounding the bend.
Even Jacob Jordan, pursuing them, couldn’t help but exclaim, "Whoa, cool!"
In the back seat, Julian Sia’s pitch-black pupils fixed on the car ahead, his thin lips suddenly curled into a subtle arc with no apparent reason.
Suddenly.
Jacob Jordan’s face changed, "Boss Sia, if we keep going straight, we’ll reach the place where Drake White’s car got bombed last time."
The main thing was that the last explosion created a big pit that hasn’t been filled yet, making it impossible for any car to pass through.
Julian Sia rotated the candy in his hand, giving a casual hum as he watched the car ahead.
So, what would she do?
At this moment.
In Drake White’s car, he was earnestly persuading the girl to turn around and change lanes, otherwise they’d really be unable to escape once they reached that spot.
Who could have foreseen.
Claire Green, upon hearing his words, not only had no intention of changing lanes, but sped even faster ahead.
"Hey lady, what are you doing?"
Drake White’s voice was loud, if listened carefully, you could detect a slight tremor in it.
As soon as the words fell, the next thing he saw was the car’s body lifted into the air, leaping over the precipitous pit like a cliff and landing steadily on the ground, rapidly advancing.
Jacob Jordan stomped on the brakes suddenly, the inertia causing him to lurch forward.
After a moment.
He turned with a bitter face and spoke, "Boss Sia, I guess I’ll head back to take my punishment."
Though he was reckless, he genuinely lacked the skill for such stunt driving.
The man’s profound eyes concealed his emotions, the deep, cold voice made the temperature inside the car seem to freeze.
"Return to the Estate."
Jacob Jordan gave a reluctant glance ahead before turning around to leave.
...
Meanwhile.
Even upon returning to the estate, Drake White still hadn’t recovered, looking like he’d seen a ghost during his outing, making his subordinates secretly curious.
What happened on such a brief trip that had the boss looking so spooked?
"A big shot in arms dealing, with just this amount of courage."
Claire Green calmly kicked him, speaking carelessly.
Drake White snapped back and heard her voice, inevitably rolling his eyes and retorting irritably.
"Is this a matter of courage?"
It was clearly a brush with death.
She drove straight over such a massive pit without even batting an eyelid.
If she fell, it would have been an entirely different story.
Drake White coughed twice, his expression serious, "Seriously, have you ever considered what would happen to us if you made a mistake today?"
Upon hearing this.
A wicked chuckle escaped her throat, lazily responding, "There is no if."
This was already engraved in her bones; her instinctive reactions never failed.
Her light words completely stumped Drake White; he stared at Claire Green for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence.
"I’ve decided to report you."
Claire Green responded ambiguously with a hum, watching leisurely at his next move.
Drake White pulled out his phone and began typing furiously, a dumb look crossing his face.
[Drake White: Damn it, Old Cat, I finally understand why you want to beat J upside the head.]
Hardly had he sent the message when a response came.
[Garfield: Quickly tell what happened for Drake White to want to beat his little sis’ ass.]
Glancing at the messages on his phone, Drake White looked at the girl opposite him, their eyes meeting before he quickly lowered his gaze and began typing again.
He neglected to notice the moment he lowered his head, Claire Green raised an eyebrow and casually tapped her phone.
The previously dark avatar in the M.K member’s online list suddenly lit up.
[Drake White: Today was one hell of an experience, that person didn’t just expose herself but also threatened Iris Estate’s boss.
Of course, that’s not important, the key thing is we were being followed, and this person forced me to change seats, then encountered a massive pit, and literally pulled off a flying car stunt.]
[Spirit Fox: Tsk tsk, only J could pull this off.]
[Bluebird: Drake White, you should count yourself lucky, J managed to get you to land safely enough.]
[Garfield: So, brother, ever consider, finding a chance to dump a sack over J’s head and then giggle gleefully?]
The top floor of King Regal Entertainment.
Old Cat sat without any image, staring at the phone with eyes full of delight, laughter pouring from his mouth.
He could practically visualize J getting beaten up.
[Drake White: That doesn’t seem right.]
Drake White quickly glanced at the girl playing with her phone opposite him, replying slowly, completely missing the faint curve on the girl’s lips.
[Garfield: You were just complaining about her, why not join forces to teach her a lesson, and vent some frustration.]
[Nether Lord: I think you guys are crazy.]
Victoria Windsor helplessly rubbed her forehead while looking at the screen; these folks probably misestimated J’s combat prowess.
Moreover, with their limited intelligence, dreaming of bagging J and executing their plan was pure daydreaming.
As expected.
The next second.
A message appeared, making all the spectators jump into the conversation.
[J: The resentment runs deep, huh? Well then, shall I give you a chance?]