FreeGoodNovelChapter 165 Chapter 165: Khloe's head snapped up, and her heart skipped a beat as a massive truck cbarreling straight toward her.
In a burst of adrenaline, Khloe pushed off with her hand and sprinted toward the nearby flowerbed.
She could feel the suffocating presence of the approaching truck bearing down on her from behind. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she stopped in her tracks, standing firm as the truck thundered closer.
Just as the truck seemed ready to completely block her, Khloe reacted with incredible speed. In a flash, she darted into the narrow gap between the truck's wheels, narrowly avoiding being crushed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe deafening roar of the wheels thundered past her ears, while sharp gravel flew up, cutting into her skin and leaving bloody marks.
Her fingers clamped around the truck's axle with an iron grip, holding her steady and preventing the truck's velocity from tossing her aside.
The tension in the air was palpable, but Khloe's demeanor remained disturbingly calm.
Though her hand was twisted at an unnatural angle and searing pain shot through her arm, she stayed perfectly still beneath the truck.
The bodyguards weren't far, but the truck had barreled in too quickly for them to respond in time. They dashed toward her in panic.
The driver let out a chilling laugh before reversing the truck, trying to crush Khloe over and over again. It was clear he wanted to grind her into nothing. After several attempts, he finally leaned out of the cab to check the wheels, expecting to see blood. Instead, he found them clean, covered only in ordinary dust—no sign of a body.
Shocked, he blurted out, "Where did she go?" At that moment, a cold, spine-tingling voice rang out from above. "Up here." The driver's head snapped upward in terror, finding Khloe perched above, the sunroof removed. Her left arm hung at an odd angle, and her hair was in disarray, but her expression was unnervingly composed, her eyes icy and piercing. With a sinister smile, she crouched low, pulling out a pistol and pointing it at him.
Your imagination thrives at puntTrembling from head to toe, the driver begged, "Please spare me!" Before he could say another word, Khloe pulled the trigger.
The shot rang out, and a red stain spread across the driver's chest. Yet he remained alive; Khloe's pistol had been loaded with tranquilizer rounds.
When the bodyguards yanked open the door, Khloe effortlessly kicked the driver out before leaping down from the truck with fluid grace.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSweating and breathless, the bodyguards rushed to her side.
"Miss Evans, are you okay?" Khloe carefully rotated her injured hand, her fingers grazing her arm, and replied coolly, "Looks like I'll need a hospital visit. My arm's broken."
Her tone was as casual as if she were discussing something ordinary, with no kint of the pain she must have been feeling.
The bodyguards exchanged a look, sensing a strange familiarity in her demeanor a quiet strength that reminded them of Henrik. They couldn't help but admire her resilience.
It was no surprise now why she was engaged to Henrik. They were undeniably a perfect match.
Inside the sterile hospital room, the doctor worked quickly, securing a splint to Khloe's injured arm and NOV carefully wrapping it in bandages. He then delivered his instructions in a no-nonsense tone. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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