Another man smoked a cigarette in his hand. He said, “Don’t say that. I believe in you. We can all get out of this alive. Look, the fleet is here. I’ll meet you over there.”
With that said, the smaller one got out of the car and climbed into another one some distance away.
Hannah sat in the white Rolls-Royce. Quietly, she leaned against her seat, her head slightly turned sideways as she watched the crowd coming and going on the streets. Among the cars in the city, hers was the most eye-catching. The passers-by were casting envious glances at her. She could feel it. They were also excited at the chance to witness such a luxurious wedding.
Her face was filled with happiness. She and Fabian had tied the knot. This day had finally come after all. Once upon a time, she had assumed that Fabian was just using her to brush off his family’s nagging him to get married, but at that moment she could feel the man’s unspoken and intense love for her.
She also knew very well what her marriage to Fabian would mean. It indicated that she would be facing many more setbacks. Among them, the members of the Norton family might make things difficult for her, or that Fabian’s other potential suitors would plot against her. Yet, she was not afraid. In her opinion, since she had accepted Fabian’s love, she would not take a step back.
The more she thought about it, the more she clenched her fists. Next to her, Fabian looked on and proceeded to place her hand in his.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. I just—Ah!”
Hannah let out a scream before she could finish her sentence. The next moment, she found herself falling onto Fabian’s lap.
She turned sideways and was just about to sigh at Fabian when the black spot she was looking at grew bigger and bigger.
The cars in the fleet followed closely behind one another. While the car in front had barely moved, the car at the back had already closed in.
Hannah began to panic. She knew that there were people who were reluctant to see her get married to Fabian, and this could be them executing their vengeance. If it had been a coincidence, why had that car hit this white Rolls Royce in particular, and not the other cars at the back or front? Obviously, this was some part of a deliberate plot.
Come on, hit me with all you’ve got! I’m marrying Fabian if it’s the last thing I do! I’m not afraid of anything!
Fabian held Hannah in a tight embrace. Although Hannah’s wrist hurt a little from the force, she felt warm and safe in his arms.
Upon seeing this, the driver of the car hurriedly swerved to the other side, directly crashing through all the guard rails on his side of the road. However, right at that moment, an army-green pickup truck emerged from the other side and was charging towards them at a speed comparable to that of a sports car!
After the driver hit the railing, he slammed his feet on the gas pedal, turned around so that he was driving in the opposite direction of the lane, and sped through.
Screams erupted from the passers-by on the sidewalk. Those in the vicinity got away as fast as they could, their pupils enlarged as they witnessed a tragedy about to happen.
“Ah! Run!”
A woman less than ten meters away from the pickup truck gave a loud shriek as she tried her hardest to run away. She could clearly see a large tank chained to the trunk of the pickup truck. It was oily outside, and there was a pungent smell in the air.
Needless to say, she could guess what that thing was. In the event of an explosion, the result would be devastating.
In a twinkling of an eye, the driver of the white Rolls-Royce carrying Fabian and Hannah hit the gas with all his might. The engine hummed loudly, while the pickup truck gained on them like a tiger chasing its prey.
Crash!
The pickup truck drove by and crashed against the white Rolls Royce, knocking off a part of its trunk.
What happened next was a loud bang as the pickup truck collided with another car.
Boom! Thump!
The oil tank on the pickup truck exploded, resulting in a raging fire.
There was a hiss and, soon after, the glass windows of the white Rolls Royce shattered into pieces.
Hannah tugged at Fabian’s collar tightly. She was shivering.
A white spark rushed out of the fiery red mass.
Fabian slowly rose from the seat. He swept away the glass shards on his back and stroked Hannah’s flustered cheeks. “Don’t be scared. I’m here,” he said, comforting her.
