Chapter 16
The sound of the torrential rain hitting the roof of the Maybach was like a death knell, Sienna wiped away the rainwater that obscured her vision.
The navigation displayed that there were 17 kilometers to the airport.
The bag on the front seat was stuffed with immigration documents, and the embossed cover was imprinted with Robert’s handwritten message, “The gift is ready.”
The rearview mirror suddenly flashed with a dazzling high beam, and Lewis’s phantom Rolls–Royce recklessly approached.
She suddenly turned the steering wheel to avoid, and her bracelet on her wrist hit the gear lever.
This was the gift he gave on his twentieth birthday, and hidden inside the hidden clasp of the chain was the engraving “TH” that he carved.
The phone vibrated crazily on the shelf…
ד רוח רו
The eighteenth missed call popped bail notification,
accompanied by a photo. In the jail, Tracy’s TH tattoo had been washed to the point of being blurry and indistinguishable.
“Answer the phone! Answer the phone!”
Lewis’s roar pierced through the rain curtain.
He held the steering wheel with one hand, while clutching a photocopy of the surgical consent form with the other. The blood seeping through the abdominal bandage stained the genuine leather seat.
Sienna caught a glimpse of the safety hammer in the back seat.
Three hours ago, she used this thing to break open Lewis‘ study secret room, and the wall was filled with surveillance screens still playing a loop of her sleeping face.
The earliest date stopped three months before Tracy returned to her home country.
“You had a new message.”
The car’s AI suddenly spoke.
In the video sent by Robert, Lewis was kneeling in front of the shredder, piecing together fragments of stock ownership certificates. His fingers were cut by the sharp edges of the paper, and blood was dripping.
In the moment when the red light lit up, the phantom suddenly darted across the front.
Lewis rolled down the car window, rainwater pouring into the torn collar of his shirt, the scars from the surgery on his hands turning purple in the lightning. “The trunk! Look at the trunk!”
Sienna pressed the accelerator to the floor.
Aston Martin scraped against the guardrail and burst out, the moment the trunk popped open, paper pages mixed with rain cascaded in the air.
All the love letters she threw into the shredder back then were meticulously pieced together by Lewis using transparent tape.
As the airport signboards flashed by, my phone suddenly received an aviation alert: “Your checked–in emerald earrings have boarded the plane.”
Sienna reached for her empty earlobe, where the scars from the surgery to
remove the earring still lingered.
Last night, Robert’s words suddenly exploded in my cars, “Do you think the brake failure was really an accident“?”
In the rearview mirror, Lewis’s car had already bumped against her bumper.
He had the Immigration Authority files spread out on the front seat, and the word “Sienna” in the beneficiary column was the special approval he had obtained in exchange for his sterilization surgery pathology report.
In the midst of the windshield wipers swinging wildly, Sienna finally caught a glimpse of the silhouette of the bridge spanning the river.
Robert’s last email popped up at this moment: “Turn right at the third. intersection after crossing the bridge, there is a surprise.”
The attached is the cloud drive password for the evidence of tax evasion by the Mcclure Group.
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