"That's wolf's car," Samuel's eyes darkened with malice as he recognized the familiar vehicle cutting off the Maybach's path.
"Now let's see where this bitch thinks she's running."
His voice was icy as he pressed the intercom.
"Box them in."
"Copy that!"
Several cars fanned out in formation, sealing off any retreat for Camilla's vehicle.
Up ahead, another car screeched to a halt. With escape routes blocked both front and rear, the trap was set—inescapable.
"The chase ends here," Camilla remarked coolly, the ghost of a smirk playing on her crimson lips.
As she spoke, she pushed the car door open and stepped out with deliberate calm.
Ramsey followed close behind, his expression grim, standing guard at her side.
Camilla still wore the evening gown from her engagement party.
Her slender, pale figure stood on the desolate road like a blooming rose—striking, radiant.
So mesmerizing that one might overlook the hidden thorns.
