Chapter 496 Let's Go to Hell Together
Harper was getting choked so hard she couldn't even squeak. She clung to the steering wheel with one hand, trying to pry off the hands around her neck with the other. But Chloe was freakishly strong now, and Harper couldn't break free even if she used both hands, let alone just one.
Harper's face went from pale to red, and then started turning purple. The black limo next to them saw the chaos inside the car, and Francis didn't hesitate. "Ram them!"
Victor almost thought he misheard and took a sec to react before asking, "Mr. Getty, what did you say?"
Francis's eyes narrowed, and he barked, "Start slow, then speed up, and hit the left rear bumper."
Victor got it this time and knew what Francis meant. If they didn't ram the car, Chloe would probably choke Harper to death.
Victor started slow, then floored it. The limo's roaring engine caught Harper's attention.
Even though she was being choked and couldn't breathe, the high-speed driving made Chloe's grip a bit shaky. Harper suddenly yanked the wheel, causing Chloe's hands to slip a bit. Chloe's grip was still there, but it was a lot looser than before.
In a panic, Harper rolled down the window and made a stop gesture. Just as Victor was about to ram the car, Francis shouted, "Stop!"
Victor slammed on the brakes, making the car screech to a halt.
Francis noticed something was off. Harper's gesture seemed to say there was a bomb in the car. Francis's heart pounded, and he ordered, "Speed up. Drive alongside them."
After catching up to the SUV, they finally heard Harper yell there was a bomb. So ramming it was a no-go.
Chloe was still crazily choking Harper, and Francis made a snap decision, "Get closer!"
Victor had to steer the car close to the black SUV without crashing. Such a tight maneuver made his palms sweat like crazy.
With a loud noise, Francis smashed the rear window of the SUV with a window breaker. Glass shards flew everywhere, cutting into Chloe's skin. But she didn't seem to feel a thing and kept choking Harper.
Seeing Harper's face turning more and more purple, Francis couldn't wait any longer. He reached out, "Give me the connector."
Victor handed him something that looked like a USB stick. Francis glanced outside the window and said, "When I say right, turn the wheel to the right."
Victor was still a bit lost. The next second, he saw Francis lean out of the window, grabbing the edge of the SUV's rear window. Victor's face went pale as he realized what Francis was planning.
The window still had shards of glass, cutting into Francis's hand, making blood gush out! Victor couldn't help but shout, "Mr. Getty, it's dangerous!"
Francis's brows furrowed, and he growled, "Right!"
Victor heard it loud and clear. With Francis half out of the car, he couldn't hesitate. Sweating bullets, he gripped the wheel and yanked it to the right. The tires screeched like crazy.
Francis held onto the window with one hand and reached into the SUV with the other to grab Chloe. Now, his body completely clung to the side of the SUV.
The black SUV was still moving and couldn't stop. But at high speed, Francis had to keep his legs slightly bent to stay off the ground. One wrong move, and he'd be toast.
Harper was already gasping for air and feeling woozy from Chloe's chokehold, but she never let go of the steering wheel. She kept telling herself, "Don't let go, don't let go."
She was waiting for Francis. As long as she held on, he could save her. For Agnes and everyone who loved her, she had to hold on.
Chloe turned her head and saw Francis's face, full of rage. "Let her go!"
The wind and resistance made it hard for him to speak clearly. Francis repeated, "Let. Her. Go!"
Chloe's eyes burned with fury, and she snarled, "Francis, finally, you're here."
Francis didn't waste words; he just tried to yank Chloe out with all his strength.
Finally, Chloe had to let go, and Harper started coughing weakly but still clung to the wheel.
Francis's tense face relaxed a bit. But then Chloe pulled out a syringe from somewhere. Seeing Francis's face change, she laughed, "Francis, do you know what this is?"
Francis's eyes turned icy.
"Last time, I was gonna inject her, but you stopped me." Chloe laughed creepily, "This time, I won't fail."
Her mission from Audrey was always to inject Harper, and Audrey knew how to manipulate people. Even without any benefits, Chloe would do it. Even if she had to die, she'd take Harper with her.
Harper, still gasping for air and not fully recovered, had no idea what was happening behind her. She bit her tongue to stay awake and tried everything to slow the car, but nothing worked. The car had been tampered with and couldn't stop.
Francis watched as Chloe raised the syringe towards Harper's neck. In a panic, he shouted, "Chloe, stop!"
The long-unheard name made Chloe pause. She turned to look at Francis, her face a mix of blood and tears, snarling, "Francis, you owe me. You owe me!"
She screamed, "I loved you so much. Why don't you love me, why?"
Francis seized the moment to grab the syringe, but Chloe smiled eerily and stabbed it towards him.
"If that's the case, let's go to hell together." Chloe raved, "If I can't have you, no one can. Not Harper, not Audrey. None of them will get you. None."
At this moment, Francis had only one choice. Either he let go or let her stab him. Without hesitation, he chose the latter.
He knew exactly what this choice meant. No matter what, he wouldn't give up on Harper.
As Chloe was about to inject, Francis reached inside and quickly pulled the car's handle. The door burst open with a bang. Caught off guard, Chloe was thrown out, hitting the ground hard.
Victor's car had been following closely. Seeing this, he immediately stopped to check what happened. Half of Chloe's face was smashed. She lay on the ground, no longer breathing.
Victor felt no sympathy for her; she brought this on herself. He dragged her to the roadside, called the cops to report the location, and continued chasing the front car.
The danger in the front SUV wasn't over. With the car door swinging, Francis was nearly hanging in mid-air, extremely dangerous.
"Francis!" Harper exclaimed. She was held by the seatbelt and could only watch Francis through the rearview mirror.
"I'm fine." Francis still tried to comfort her in a deep voice.
The countdown on the screen showed only 15 minutes left. Harper's tears streamed down as she sobbed, "I can't stop the car. Francis, I can't stop it. You should jump."
She wiped her tears and said, "Francis, when we pass the dirt field, you jump."
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