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I asked.
“He didn’t leave, did he?
He—“
“He also left, Ms.
Hutton.
The manager told me the boss and Mr.Balakin left in his car.”
I stumbled back.
My blood ran cold as I gasped.
Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head.
I felt everything crashing down on me.
I couldn’t breathe.
No.
I couldn’t let anything happen to him.
I will keep him safe.
I won’t let him die.
“Ms.
Hutton—“
“Give me your car keys!”
“Keys?
But why—“
“I said give it to me!”
Once he hurriedly took out his keys and handed them over to me, I turned around, and rushed towards the exit.
“Ms.
Hutton, wait!”
“Emerald!”
I heard Duncan’s voice called out.
But I didn’t stop.
I needed to go.
I didn’t know what I was going to do.
My mind wasn’t working.
The only thing I knew was I needed to reach him.
“Send me Mr.Balakin’s number!”
I yelled over my shoulder as I ran to Carter’s car.
Getting in, I drove away as fast as I could.
Ace’s phone was switched off, but Mr.Balakin was with him.
Hopefully he had his phone with him.
I didn’t know if Mr.Balakin was working with Arthur, too.
But if he was, what was he doing with Ace in his car?
Weaving in and out of traffic, I pressed the horn when a car didn’t move out of my way.
I didn’t know when Ace left the hotel.
I had no freaking idea how far they’ve gone.
I didn’t even know if he was going directly to our new mansion.
A frustrated sob left my mouth as I hit the steering wheel.
I couldn’t prevent the signing and now I couldn’t stop him from leaving the hotel.
I never felt so helpless and weak before.
My heart clenched in fear.
Fear of losing him.
What if Arthur succeeds in his plan?
What if I really lose—
With my eyes prickling with tears, I drove as fast as possible.
I won’t let that happen.
I went down the road that led to our home.
Arthur planned to make Ace’s car meet an accident while he would be going home.
And Ace did promise that he’d go home as soon as the meeting finished.
And he never broke his promises.
I had a feeling he was heading this way.
My phone blared in the car.
My heart skipped thinking it might be him.
But then I saw an unknown number flashing over the screen.
Maybe it was Carter?
I picked it up.
“Carter?
Why didn’t you send me the number yet?”
“Emerald, it’s me, Duncan.
Wherever you’re going, stop.
I’m coming to get you.
You—“
“Where is Carter?
I told him to send me Mr.Balakin’s number!
I need to talk to Ace, doesn’t he understand?”
A curse left my lips as a car suddenly came into my lane.
Moving the phone away from my ear, I turned right, barely avoiding a hit.
When I put the phone in my ear back, I heard him asking if I was all right through the phone.
“I’m fine.
Please tell Carter to send me the number.
I need to call Ace, Duncan.
He’s in danger!
Arthur is planning to kill him.
Please help me.
Give me Mr.Balakin’s phone number!”
The knot of fear and anxiety only became worse in my chest.
Where are you, Ace?
Just stay safe.
“Emerald, listen to me.
Stop wherever you’re going.
Ace is going to be all right—“
“You don’t understand!”
I snapped, frustrated.
“He’s in danger—“
My phone buzzed.
Checking it, I found a message from an unknown number.
Desperately, as I opened the message, a small text awaited me.
You got lucky.
But he didn’t.
I stomped on the brake.
The car came to the screeching stop in the middle of the street.
Something churned in my stomach.
An ill feeling rose in my throat.
My mobile vibrated again.
This time, a video message.
With trembling fingers, I played the video.
It was a video shot from a distance.
Across the open field, a car passed through the empty street.
Ragged breath came out of me.
My palms turned clammy as perspiration rolled down my forehead.
My heart pounded in my chest.
I knew the car very well.
A huge truck sped through the field out of nowhere and drove directly to the black car, hitting it from the side.
With the severity of the hit, the car flipped and rolled over the road, the center of it got crushed with the blow.
A fire immediately set on the back.
Black smoke surrounded the car.
My heart stopped.
Breath caught in my throat.
The mobile slipped from my hands as I went numb.
A feeling of nothingness swept over me.
My world spun, and my vision blurred while a deafening silence rang in my ears as darkness slowly consumed me.
SEVENTY-TWO: THE MASTER PLAN
A cross the open field, a black car I knew all too well passed through the empty road.
Then a truck sped through the field, going directly to the car.
I tensed.
The rate of my heartbeat peaked.
I had to stop it.
But when I opened my mouth to yell his name, nothing came out.
My body didn’t move.
Panic set in when I attempted to open my eyes, but they didn’t move either.
I watched as the truck neared the car at full speed.
It was going to hit it!
A desperation to stop it rolled inside, making me restless.
I wanted to move, but my body was paralyzed.
I couldn’t move no matter how much I wanted to.
I wanted to scream, thrash, to be set free from whatever that held me back.
I wanted to stop that truck.
But all I could do was watch as the truck hit the car with such force that it flew across the road, flipping over, a fire immediately set on it.
“Ace!”
I shot my eyes open, my vision blurred with tears.
“No!
No, no!
Ace!
Please no!”
Jolting up, I tried to get up, but a pair of arms held me back as I thrashed in their hold.
I didn’t know where I was.
I couldn’t see or hear anything.
All I could think about and see was the accident.
The horrible car accident, the same car my Ace was in.
“Ace needs me!
He needs me!
Let me go!”
I screamed, continuing fighting.
“Rosebud, Rosebud, calm down!
I’m here.
I’m here with you, baby, just calm down!”
A voice reached my ears, but I couldn’t concentrate on it.
“Let me go!
My Ace needs me!
Please—“