Chapter 94 The Perfect Trap

• Nicole was breathing hard, her fear and anxiety mounting. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her face and palms were pale as Joice continued to push the car far above the speed limit. Joice raced through one sharp turn after another, barely touching the brakes. Nicole felt as if her heart might stop any moment.
• “J-Joice, can’t you slow down?” Nicole asked, her throat tight. Her hands were clinging to her seatbelt.
• Joice glanced at the rearview mirror. “Nicole, if I slow down, we could get caught.” Her face showed a flicker of worry. The empty road and sharp turns forced Joice to stay on high alert.