Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 268

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Giselle saw two cars parked at the corner of the deserted factory.

As she staggered her way to the factory, she realized that there was no one in the deserted factory at all. The cars were probably owned by someone who had just decided to park their cars at a random spot so they could go about their business nearby.

The cars were an older model with peeling paint. She reckoned that the cars would still have the traditional ignition system, and they wouldn't have a modern, smart alarm system that would notify the police automatically.

Giselle picked up a brick from the ground and smashed it hard against one of the car's windows. After a very long time, the window finally gave way.

She reached her hand in from the hole she made in the broken window and tugged the car door handle from the inside to let herself in.

After climbing into the driver's seat, she used the brick to smash the casing of the ignition system located at the bottom of the steering wheel and pulled out some wires.

Previously, while she was an avid explorer of the wild with her friends, her car would have broken down in the middle of nowhere every now and then. Maneuvering around experiences like these caused her to be equipped with basic car fixing skills, which also familiarized her with the techniques of hot-wiring a car.

In the bunch of wires she had found, there was one main wire that was connected to the battery of the car and one more wire that was in charge of ignition, which provided power to the starter, the fuel pump, and the motor.

After testing them out one by one, she had finally connected the main wire for the battery and the wire for ignition. The moment the dashboard lit up, she felt her heart leaping ecstatically.

Suddenly, she heard someone running toward her direction. It seemed like the owner of the car had found out that Giselle was stealing their car.

She couldn't care much anymore. She slammed the car door shut, locked it, and floored the accelerator, driving the old, stick-shift car with ease, zooming out to the boulevard opposite in a blink.

The car owner could only watch helplessly as their car got stolen. They yelled at Giselle in a language she didn't understand, and later, took out their phone to call the police.