The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife (Joanna) novel Chapter 592

Chapter 592 

It’s a small world. 

In a surprising turn of events, he came across Marlowe Yanice. 

Bruce, whenever he stepped out, was usually accompanied by a swarm of bodyguards. Even in their absence, he was incredibly discreet in his movements, doing everything possible to avoid being identified. 

He was, after all the wealthiest man in Greyport. There were plenty who wouldn’t mind stirring up trouble for him. 

Marlowe gave a malevolent smile, “Execute it smoothly. Let’s not stir up any fuss.” 

The assistant responded in a devious tone, “Rest assured, President Yanice.” 

Il arrange it over a call… 

As Bruce drove, there was a churning unease in his chest. 

Summoning every ounce of strength that remained, he attempted to swallow a few times, a laborious task that seemed to drain him more than he’d like to admit. Yet, the uneasy discomfort refused to subside, lingering at the back of his throat like an unwelcome guest. His throat itched unbearably, prompting a string of harsh coughs that resonated within the confined space of the wrecked vehicle. His futile attempt to regain control of his situation was punctuated by a low, involuntary groan, “Cough, cough, ugh… 

He couldn’t suppress the urge to cough out a mouthful of blood. 

Bruce frowned and instinctively wiped the corner of his lips with his sleeve. 

With almost three days of no sleep, his body was succumbing to extreme exhaustion. 

Driving in this state was a recipe for disaster. 

Finding himself momentarily lost in a daze, Bruce was abruptly pulled back into the realm of reality by the unexpected sight of a dilapidated van. Without so much as the courtesy of a blinker, the driver recklessly manoeuvred his vehicle into The adjacent lane. 

“Ahl” Bruce exclaimed, quickly maneuvering his car. He narrowly avoided crashing into the van. 

Bruce cursed under his breath, “What the hell, learn to drive!” 

Before he could compose himself, the van deliberately changed lanes again, blocking his way. 

Simultaneously, another car swerved in aggressively, boxing in his vehicle. 

The grinding noise of metal on metal sparked friction. 

Bruce’s eyes narrowed as he realized he was in trouble. 

Even though he was skilled and could handle a handful of attackers, any armed adversary would spell danger, 

For now, it was best not to exit the car. 

Bruce slammed the accelerator, aiming to overtake the obstructing vehicle. 

Unfortunately, the van kept hitting the brakes, attempting to halt his progress. 

“Crash, crash!” 

Two cars from either side sandwiched Bruce’s vehicle in the middle. 

Bruce’s face fell, He revved the engine, barreling forward with full throttle. 

The doors of his car were utterly deformed from the relentless assault. 

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“Bang!” To the astonishment of the other drivers, they had not only failed to stop Bruce but their vehicles crashed into each other instead. 

In an instant, both vehicles flipped over. 

Bruce had barely breathed a sigh of relief when a woman pushing a stroller appeared in front. Ignoring the traffic signal, she crossed the road directly. 

“Ah…” Bruce, driving too fast to swerve in time, was forced to slain the brakes and steer away. 

“Crash! Bang!”