Taking advantage of the opportunity, the driver slowed down and plowed into several other gangsters, knocking them over or sending them scattering. The car was finally home free.

The people who were hit by the car rolled on the ground a few times. Because of how slow the driver was going, they were in no danger. But they did suffer minor cuts and bruises.

The driver reacted quickly and threw the car into a higher gear.

Before the three people in the car could celebrate, they saw two cars bringing up the rear. They were reinforcements for the thugs, and it was obvious the thugs were coming for them.

The driver was forced to speed up again.

Seeing one of the cars gaining on them, the driver shouted, "Sit tight!"

The driver veered left, then right. Unable to shake his pursuers, he braked—hard. Erica clenched the handle of the car door quickly, just as the car was hit. Bang!

The driver of the other car had no time to slow down and slammed into Erica's car. Unprepared for the impact, he careened off the road, steering wildly, trying to regain control.

Both sides of the road were surrounded by the sea, and there was no guardrail. The car rushed off the road and ran aground on the rocks. The wheels were stuck in the rock cracks. That was one pursuer down, one to go!

There was only a single car chasing them. Erica's driver headed for the city again. When they got downtown, they ran a red light. A big red truck was bearing down on them.

Fortunately, their car flew past, narrowly missing the truck. The other car was not so lucky. They heard the screech of brakes, the sound of shattering glass, and a loud bang! The truck couldn't stop in time, and tore the smaller vehicle to shreds. The two people inside were killed on the spot.

Having escaped her pursuers, Erica breathed a sigh of relief. She patted her chest to calm her hammering heart.

Just then, the phone in her pocket vibrated. It was Matthew calling. "Where are you?" he asked as soon as the call was connected.

Erica rolled down the window and looked out. "Out and about. I'm on my way home now. See you soon!"

"Out and about?" he asked.

"Yeah." Erica asked, "Are you home now?"

"Hmm."

She smiled sweetly and said, "Wait for me at home. I'll be right there!"

"I'll be waiting."

After hanging up the phone, Erica turned to Edward. "Get rid of this car. Those thugs will figure out who owns this vehicle. I'll wire the money to you tomorrow and y

rs fell silently along the corner of her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly. "A lot of things happened then... He often went to visit Tessie and me after filming or on breaks. He infiltrated the FC group so we could all hang out together. The four people in that group also took good care of me. They knew I was pregnant, so they wanted to protect me. Tessie and I were invited to Orange's birthday party.

Then something bad happened at that night. I'll never forget what he did back there. It's one of the nicest things anyone's ever done. Kirk and his men were mad at me, and started making threats. They had guns and weren't afraid to use them. Orange stopped me from going out there, and took the blame himself."

Matthew knew what happened after that. Orange went to prison, and before anyone could bail him out, his old disease came back with a vengeance. He died in that cold cell.

"I swore on his grave that I would find Kirk's boss and bring the man to justice to comfort Orange's soul. Since then, I've been trying to find out where they are. I'll track them to the ends of the earth if I have to. After three years, we finally caught the members of his gang. With your help, of course. And the big bad is still running around free. In order to find him, Chantel and I have spent a lot of time and effort trying to grow our numbers, making new contacts, establishing new supply chains.

If you won't let me do this, then that doesn't make me feel any better. I vowed to avenge him."

The man wiped the woman's tears and glanced at her coldly. "Crying for another man? You have some nerve! Maybe I should teach you a lesson!"