Without thinking, he glanced at the man who was now securely seated in the driver's seat. Damon’s face was expressionless, but his eyes were so dark and brooding that they seemed like they might drip water. The look gave him a feeling similar to the chilling sensation he'd felt at the brink of death just moments ago.
Silently, Nate took his gaze away, realizing that having witnessed the man's driving skills in his lifetime was something he could die without regretting.
Meanwhile, Chloe in the front was fixated on taking over the controls of the car, her voice assertive and icy.
"Either stop the car, or hand me the wheel."
The driver's face was filled with nervousness and fear, but he still clung to the steering wheel, refusing to relax his grip. "How could I allow the princess to drive herself? If the Queen were to find out, I would surely be heavily punished."
The excuse was full of holes. Even he probably didn't believe it himself.d2
Claiming fear of the Queen's punishment, while simultaneously placing Chloe in danger, wavering between life and death, was utterly ludicrous.
Worried about her driving, but not worried about her safety. What kind of logic was this?
But one thing was clear. Despite his constant references to her as 'princess', he had never taken her seriously.
Maybe in his eyes, Ava was the only princess of Y Country, her two daughters were the beloved granddaughters of the Queen, and she, this suddenly emerged 'princess', was nothing more than some girl trying to cling to royal power. Otherwise, he wouldn't have always used 'royal rules' to suppress her.
"I am warning you that I am the Queen's real granddaughter, and Ava, Barbara and Becky are merely the Queen's adopted daughters. If you are really acting on their orders this time, and it reaches the Queen's ears, Ava will be left with nothing, and your fate will be even more miserable. Do you hear me?"
The driver's expression was somewhat hesitant, his eyes filled with struggle. "This is against the rules."
Chloe looked at his expression through the rearview mirror and continued, "Even if I am a princess who came halfway, I still have a solid blood relationship with the Queen of Y Country. The importance she places on me should not be less than that of Ava. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let you persecute me at this time. Anyone can understand the meaning of this, and you better think clearly. Don't talk to me about rules. I am the princess of Y Country, I am the rules. If you insist on this, you better make sure I don't survive this time, otherwise..."
The driver's expression was changing drastically, his hesitation deepening. However, he was momentarily distracted. The sharp turn ahead didn't give him time to brake or steer. Startled, he tried to turn the steering wheel, but something was suddenly pushing against them from the side.
He glanced in the rearview mirror only to discover that the car behind had caught up.
The car was going straight, the sharp turn had a certain curvature, and at this moment, the car behind them aimed perfectly at this gap. With its front end against their car, it forced their car to the inside of the road.
Chloe immediately understood that Damon had caught up and saved them from the crisis of crashing off the cliff. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief and looked over, she saw that Damon's car had two rear wheels hanging over the edge of the cliff. The blood drained from her face instantly, leaving her pale as a ghost.
However, Damon had already hit the brakes in the nick of time. Chloe only saw the rear wheels hanging in the air for a moment. Then she watched the car swinging around in the air, landing safely in the middle of the road.
The driver had already quickly hit the brakes, and Damon's car swerved, facing them head-on.
Everything happened so fast.
Chloe sat back in her seat in a daze, her hand still clutching the driver's seat, her slender knuckles white, her fingers almost buried in the seat cover. Her face was still pale, her expression vacant.
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