"Hold me tight!"
The voice in her ear was Lucas Walker's.
Even as he spoke, Lucas Walker was holding her tightly.
The car lost control and skewed forward, its tires screeching.
The driver, calm in the face of danger, gripped the steering wheel, struggling to control the vehicle as it barreled towards the Quarantine Zone.
Thud! Thud!
With a heavy sound, several bullets ricocheted their way towards them. One struck the car body, two hit the rear window. Fortunately, the car had been bulletproofed; the glass bore only a few minor traces and hadn't shattered.
Boom!
A muffled noise. The Cadillac, whose tire had blown up, crashed harshly against the Quarantine Zone and finally came to a stop.
"Mr. Walker, are you okay?"
The partition between the front and rear seats slid open, and the driver and bodyguard jointly asked Lucas Walker.
"I'm fine," Lucas Walker said, lifting up Ivana Bennett's head covering and helping her up from the ground. "Are you hurt?"
