Chapter 589 No Money, Only My Life
The white Maybach shot off like a rocket.
The tires screeched loudly, and in a flash, the car was out of the parking lot.
Brooklyn kicked off her high heels and slammed her foot down on the gas pedal. The high-performance Maybach zoomed past dozens of cars.
Benedict stared at Brooklyn's car, his mouth hanging open, eyes wide in shock.
As Brooklyn's car disappeared from view, he finally managed to say, "Is Brooklyn... possessed or something?"
Benedict steadied himself against a lamppost, his deep eyes glancing at the sky, feeling utterly astonished.
Was this really his student?
Meanwhile, Brooklyn sat firmly in the car, gripping the steering wheel tightly, her eyes fixed on the black car weaving through traffic. She increased her speed again.
A deliberate hit-and-run, an attempted murder—what connection did this person have with Benedict?
No matter the connection, she had to catch up and find out.
With that thought, she accelerated even more. Up ahead was a fork in the road, and the black SUV's tires skidded, the vehicle swerving left and crossing the sidewalk.
Brooklyn opened the navigation map. If she didn't cross the sidewalk, she might lose them. Blocking the next intersection might not work either.
What to do?
Brooklyn forcefully turned the steering wheel. She couldn't cross the sidewalk; she might hit someone.
Bad guys had more options because they could act without regard for consequences, while good people must follow the rules of civilized society, fighting within the boundaries set by those rules.
The Maybach's performance far exceeded that of the black SUV. Brooklyn took a side road, calculated the time, and sharply turned left.
As the light turned green, Brooklyn's car shot forward, the sound of the luxury car's tires on the asphalt drowning out the engines of dozens of other cars.
Brooklyn cursed under her breath, her arm twisting the steering wheel again, her bare foot steady on the gas pedal. With a burst of speed, the car darted into an alley.
The alley was narrow, cluttered with cardboard boxes, clothes racks, and some wooden sticks leaning against the walls under dim streetlights.
Brooklyn bit her honey-pink lip, not expecting that Aucester still had alleys like this. MBK's real estate development clearly wasn't thorough enough.
After navigating through twists and turns, Brooklyn finally drove the Maybach out of the alley onto a main road. But she had lost precious time, and the black SUV was nowhere in sight.
Brooklyn opened the map, tracing the direction the SUV had taken. There weren't many main roads in this area. Given the SUV's width, it couldn't enter small alleys, meaning she still had a chance.
Three main roads lay ahead: one leading to the bustling city center, which he wouldn't choose in his hurry to escape; one leading to the highway, which had toll booths and checkpoints that would leave a trail; and one leading to Aucester's outskirts, a busy national road directly connecting to the development zone.
Brooklyn decided on the last option and turned onto the national road.
The calm night in Aucester was lit up by the white car, making the city seem lively. Brooklyn's thin lips pressed into a line, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, veins standing out as her gaze pierced through the windshield.
Up ahead was another fork, but it was under construction. Brooklyn was sure the person wouldn't get out of here, so she continued the chase.
The white Maybach sped through the night, Brooklyn's worry, confusion, anger, and frustration all flooding her mind.
Who wanted to kill Benedict? And why?
After about ten minutes, Brooklyn finally saw the black SUV, parked at an intersection.
But the driver was gone.
The black SUV had no license plate. It was a new car, seemingly just bought from a dealership. Did someone buy a new car just to commit murder?
Brooklyn got out and carefully inspected the vehicle, finding no clues.
She was about to call the police when she saw a black figure in the distance, running down a winding path.
The path was under construction, impassable for cars. The figure ran faster and faster, about to disappear from sight. Brooklyn quickly pocketed her phone and sprinted down the path, chasing the man.
She chased, and the man ran even faster. Brooklyn's bare feet pounded the muddy path, sharp stones digging into her soles.
She seemed to forget the pain, focusing on the black figure, her long legs striding forward. But her stamina and speed couldn't match the man's, and after a few minutes, he had left her far behind.
"Damn it!"
As the man glanced back, Brooklyn caught a glimpse of his profile. Though it wasn't clear in the night, she memorized his face. If she saw him again, she would recognize him.
But unfortunately, he got away this time. Brooklyn stomped her foot in frustration.
Pain shot from her sole to her brain, making her shudder. She realized she had run far barefoot. Looking back at the path she had taken, Brooklyn felt a bit scared. Where had her courage come from?
Limping back to the main road, Brooklyn got into her car and called the police.
After reporting the situation in detail, Brooklyn drove back to the city.
Benedict had been anxious during dinner, and he looked at Brooklyn with a trembling mouth when she returned, "Brooklyn, you scared me!"
Brooklyn didn't waste words, getting straight to the point, "Did you piss someone off in Aucester? It seems like someone wants you dead."
Benedict looked at her innocently, "Who could I have pissed off? I have no money, just my life. How much am I worth? Don't worry, it might be a case of mistaken identity."
Brooklyn didn't buy that for a second.
She warned him, "Benedict, I suggest you leave Aucester and go back to Averlake. Wait for the cops to investigate before you return."
Benedict had been considering this. His task in Aucester was complete, and it was time to go back. "I'll listen to you. When you have a baby, make sure to let me know."
Benedict's calm demeanor returned, showing no panic. He knew the trouble he faced in Aucester, but he didn't know if he would always be this lucky.
After the high-speed chase, Brooklyn's nerves settled. She took Benedict home and then drove back to her villa.
The pain in her feet became noticeable now that her tension had eased.
Sitting on the sofa in the villa's living room, Brooklyn lifted her left leg and saw her sole covered in blood.
She didn't know if any stones were embedded in it, and her right foot was just as bad.
It was late, and Brooklyn didn't want to disturb the servants. She took the first aid kit to her bedroom to treat herself.
Gritting her teeth against the pain, Brooklyn disinfected both feet and used medical tweezers to carefully remove the debris.
Her tightly pressed lips had turned pale from the pain, sweat beading on her forehead, and her back soaked with cold sweat.
Brooklyn exhaled deeply, finally finishing with her left foot.
She was about to treat her right foot when her phone rang.
Ignoring the sweat on her forehead, Brooklyn checked the caller ID—Sebastian.
She adjusted her breathing and smiled lightly, "Still up this late? Want to hear a story tonight? Ronnie's gone, so no storytime tonight."
Sebastian had just returned to his hotel, removing his rain-soaked coat and draping it over a chair. He looked out at the drizzling rain.
He suddenly missed her, the longing permeating every bone and cell.
"Tonight, I don't want a story. I need to confess something. My project in Aqua Vista City has hit a snag, and I might need to stall. So, if you hear anything unfavorable about me, stay calm and don't believe it."
Brooklyn chuckled.
Businessmen often had to play along. Sebastian, a powerful figure, naturally attracted many people. If she got upset over every little thing, she'd be angry all the time.
So she laughed casually, "Don't worry. You can play along with women outside; I promise I'll still love you."
Brooklyn's attitude made Sebastian feel a bit guilty. Maybe he should have been honest from the start. As MBK's CEO, he had used his charm to secure a project.
But Brooklyn didn't give him a chance to explain, instead asking directly, "Dear, it seems Benedict has enemies in Aucester. He was almost hit by a car today. Luckily, he escaped, but I think it's unsafe for him here. I want him to go back to Averlake. What do you think?"
Benedict? Someone wanted to kill him?
The man in the photo had recently died, and now Benedict was targeted. Was this a Coincidence?
It was impossible.
Benedict and Alaric were closely connected. Now, with one man dead and Benedict nearly killed, someone might be trying to silence them, even resorting to murder.
Sebastian had put this matter aside due to company issues, but now, with repeated attacks, he had to be cautious.
Who was behind this? Could it be related to the massacre of Alaric's family over twenty years ago?
Sebastian smiled lightly, "Alright, follow your plan. Benedict is your mentor. I'll arrange a private jet to safely send him back."
Benedict was now the only witness to the massacre twenty years ago. Sebastian had to protect him to uncover the truth.
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