"Uh..."
Yvette was strangled so tightly that she couldn't speak. She could only hold the steering wheel with one hand and pull the two hands that were wrapped around her neck with the other hand.
However, Yazmin was so strong that Yvette couldn't break free with both hands, not to mention that Yvette could only use one hand now.
Her face turned from red to pale and gradually began to turn purple.
The man in the black luxury car next to them saw the thrilling situation and decisively ordered.
"Hit it!"
Frankie almost thought that he had heard wrong. After a few seconds, he asked, "Mr. Wolseley... What do you say?"
Lance drew his gaze back, and he clearly ordered, "Drive at a low speed of 70 miles per hour, then increase the speed, and hit the left rear end of the car."
Frankie heard it clearly this time and understood what Lance meant.
