Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 25

The flowerbed was ringed by a knee-high concrete barrier, and now the car was barreling straight for it. Its intentions couldn't have been clearer.

It was coming for her.

Who was it?

What did they want?

What should she do?

How long had this person been waiting here?

Had they been watching her even while she was in the dance studio?

Or did they have an accomplice inside the building?

One waiting inside, one out here in the parking lot, all just for her?

How was she supposed to handle this?

In less than half a second, these thoughts flashed through Emilia's mind.

She made her decision immediately.

As the black car hurtled toward the flowerbed, Emilia dodged to the side without hesitation.

The car plowed into the flowerbed.

A deep, guttural rumble filled the air as the engine revved violently.

While the vehicle was stuck on the concrete, Emilia sprinted toward her own car.

Heading back to the rehearsal building could be dangerous—if someone was lying in wait inside, she'd be walking right into their trap.

The crowded plaza was too far, and the open ground would leave her exposed—she'd be run down before she even got close.

Her best option was to reach her own car and drive straight to the nearest police station.

Luckily, Emilia was already parked not far away.

Fueled by survival instinct, she moved at lightning speed, barely registering her own footsteps as she lunged for the driver's seat.

She'd just slammed the door shut when—

Bang!

The black car crashed into hers.

Her mind was spinning.

Who could it be?

She ran through a mental list of anyone who might hold a grudge—Tyler, Vivienne, the Erickson family, the Dennis family… There were too many possibilities, and she couldn't narrow it down.

She checked her mirror again and again.

At the next intersection, the black sedan suddenly swerved off onto a side street—as though the driver realized where she was headed.

Watching the car disappear, Emilia finally let out the breath she'd been holding.

She kept the call with the police open, following their instructions as she made her way to Eastborough Precinct.

Only when she saw the station's entrance, and the officers waiting for her outside, did she finally start to relax.

She pulled into the designated parking spot as directed and, at last, felt herself begin to unwind.

That's when the nausea she'd been suppressing crashed over her all at once.

She doubled over, retching, as a sharp pain twisted in her stomach.