My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335 

Harley immediately issued the order. 

The staff dragged that surveillance feed to the center of the screen and enlarged it. 

Through the windshield, they could see a woman driving. 

Henderson exclaimed in surprise, “Isn’t that the Lees’ heiress, Olivia? Is she racing someone?” 

Judas calmly replied, “She’s being pursued…” 

A Porsche slammed into the rear of the McLaren with a loud bang. 

“Ah!” 

Olivia cried out, gripping the steering wheel tightly. 

“Drive faster, Ms. Olivia!” Xeno urged anxiously. 

Olivia said tremblingly, “I’m already going as fast as I can… Any faster and we’ll flip.” 

Fabian spoke up. “Let me do it.” 

He then scrambled from the back seat to the driver’s seat. 

Olivia quickly pressed the brakes and shifted to the passenger’s seat. 

There was another impact. 

The McLaren was pushed 20 meters forward. 

The windows of the three Porsches rolled down. 

Six men in suits with ghost masks leaned out. 

They pointed submachine guns at the McLaren and began firing. 

Once Fabian sat in the driver’s seat, he pressed the accelerator without even buckling up. 

The McLaren sped off, its speed quickly reaching 200 km/h. 

“It’s too fast… We’ll crash!” 

Olivia exclaimed while gripping the armrest tightly, her face incredibly pale. 

With a focused gaze, Fabian accelerated to 260 km/h. 

The top speed of 260 km/h was the car’s limit, but not Fabian’s. 

He had no other hobbies, only a passion for racing. 

Dozens of top supercars were parked in the Hughes family’s garage. 

The little fox sat on Fabian’s shoulder, its tiny paws gripping his clothes tightly. Its eyes shone with excitement. 

Within a minute, Fabian had left the three Porsches far behind. 

Xeno, having never traveled this fast, felt a sensation of weightlessness. 

Incredible… 

It felt as though they were about to take flight. 

The three Porsches lost sight of the McLaren. 

Meanwhile, numerous patrol cars began to surround them. 

“We failed the interception… We need to retreat!” 

One Porsche hit the brakes hard, leaving a dark skid mark on the road. It turned around with a drift and quickly drove away. 

Meanwhile, in the Duersons’ residence in Jonford, Sheldon could be seen with his eyes furrowed. 

The mercenary group he hired for 300 million could not even handle a common man? 

Sheldon quickly grabbed his phone to make a call. 

“What happened?” the voice on the other end inquired. 

“We failed, and the government has intervened!” 

“Understood. Withdraw!” 

Then, he hung up the phone.