Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

He reached out and fiercely wiped away, the pallor of his face stained with a large swath of bloody red.

His cold eyes swept across the car window outside; if it wasn’t someone closest to him, who could trap him, who could hurt him?

This time, he had been careless.

Such a car crash would definitely have someone call the police immediately, and before long the siren sounds would echo all around.

In the car that collided head-on with Amir Hallow, the man in the passenger seat roughly shoved aside the driver, who was now oblivious to whether he was dead or alive.

A grim face seemed engraved with the breath of death; Amir Hallow knew how ruthless these people could be. He wasn’t worried about himself but about Charlotte Miller. The information Amir gave wasn’t complete, and Charlotte was unaware of the ambush on this road.

The man’s thin lips curled into a chilling smile; since she’d come to pick him up, he’d carve a bloody path to meet her.

Wherever he was, he absolutely wouldn’t allow his woman to be in any danger; this confidence he still possessed.

The crimson blood traced the sharp lines of his face, slowly dripping onto his black shirt, blending into the fabric—no longer an eye-piercing red, only leaving behind an aura of bloodthirsty menace.

His hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, recalling Annie Gray’s words. She had said Charlotte insisted on seeing him because she loved him and couldn’t bear to wait.

That phrase seemed to encapsulate all warmth and emotion in life; he’d finally reached the day she loved him.

In Charlotte’s car, she wasn’t actually alone; she was with Daniel Parker.

Unexpectedly, Daniel, who usually wasn’t conspicuous, turned into a fierce character at this moment.

He coordinated his men and rushed in. After meeting Charlotte, he decisively let her sit in his car. He thought if the boss was rescued, but the boss’s wife got involved, it would truly be a loss that outweighed the gains. Instead, it was better to personally hand her over to Amir Hallow.

A loud crash echoed from the front; Daniel Parker stared in that direction, bit his teeth, and stomped hard on the gas pedal, making the car shoot forward.

Wearing a small earpiece, Daniel controlled his breath, which was on the verge of chaos.

He ordered his followers in a deep voice, ”I’m now at the intersection of the suburban A District highway; everyone drive over there to block them, don’t let anyone else enter that area.”

His boss had been kidnapped for the first time; he didn’t know the extent of the injuries, so he could only block all the incoming people from outside; then it would be easier to deal with the rest, since Flower Snake’s people were involved here.

After hanging up, the black car sped off like a madman.

Charlotte Miller’s delicate hand tightly clutched the seatbelt; the usually calm man drove as if playing a thrilling rollercoaster, yet she wasn’t scared at all. She must find him; no danger could stop her.

Amir Hallow continued driving. The rearview mirror reflected the fierce chase of those cars behind him, his eyes crimson red like blood, exuding a threatening aura. He instinctively reached for his waist, although his weapons had been confiscated when he was put in the dog cage.

The whole road was chaotic; people, clueless about the situation, were frantically honking their horns. Modern people had the least patience for waiting.

Those cars were forced to stop on the road, unable to pass. One of Daniel’s bodyguards got out to check the situation, quickly relayed the traffic jam back to Daniel, reporting that dozens of cars had crashed at the accident site ahead, and with rescue and cleanup on site, it would take the whole day, rendering the road impassable.

”Damn...” Daniel Parker cursed irritably, pulling off his earpiece and gritting his teeth at the chaos outside.

Next to him, Charlotte watched him, a clear look of anxiety in her eyes. ”What’s happening? What’s gone wrong?”

”He might be just ahead, but we can’t get through now.” Daniel’s eyes were icy and calm as he glanced at Charlotte.

”If I advised you to get out now, I know you wouldn’t agree. Since you’re his woman, you should try facing this small danger; otherwise, how can you stand by his side? Please fasten your seatbelt tightly, ma’am. I’m taking a shortcut.”

After saying this, Daniel’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, preparing to set off.