CHAPTER 498: CHAPTER 498: LET HIM GO, I’LL STAY

The car came to a screeching halt. Derrick Stern’s expression was grim, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, because right before his eyes was the cliff. The car had almost gone over it just a moment ago; he, President Kane, and Ivana Monroe would have been smashed to pieces along with the vehicle.

Terrifying!

Absolutely terrifying!

"Derrick."

Ivana Monroe’s voice brought Derrick back to his senses.

"Ma... Madam, I’m fine... and I won’t let anything happen to you or President Kane either."

Derrick took a deep breath, suppressing the massive terror in his heart, slowly reversing the car.

In a dark corner, there was a black car blending into the night.

Slap~

Julia Sinclair slapped the man across the face, her expression twisted as she snarled, "Who told you to shoot?"

"You bitch, dare to slap me?"

The man pressed a gun to Julia Sinclair’s forehead.

Julia’s face went pale, suddenly regretting her impulsive action of hitting the man; she was terrified he would shoot. The man was a condemned criminal.

"Enough, move the gun away. What’s the point of arguing with a woman?"

Another man advised.

"Not even my mother dared to slap me, and she smacked me right across the face. Who the hell does she think she is?" Everyone has their pet peeves, and this man’s was being slapped in the face. He was busted because a bitch once slapped him, and he ended her himself.

"Don’t be rash, your impulsiveness could kill everyone here. This woman isn’t simple. If you’re upset, just slap her back." The driver said.

As he finished speaking, a "slap" sound resonated inside the car.

Julia’s face twisted from the hit, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"If you dare slap me again, it won’t just be a slap next time." The man stared at her viciously, moving the gun away.

Her cheek burned with pain. Julia was seething; if it weren’t for her ideas in front of Old Man Qin, could they have even gotten out of prison? The damn bastards, not only ungrateful but daring to slap her?

Fine, fine!

Once Ivana’s dealt with, she’ll make sure these bastards taste prison again.

Suppressing the hatred inside, Julia forcefully said, "No more shooting. Your target is Ivana, no one else. And I’ve said it before, I don’t want her to die so easily. Now get out, drag Ivana out, and violate her on the spot."

This exciting?

The men hesitated, initially enthusiastic as Julia described the scenario, but upon arrival, found this godforsaken place swarmed with mosquitoes. They were in such a rush they didn’t bring repellent. Their necks, faces, and hands were itchily bitten; who would have the urge for women in such conditions?

All they wanted now was to deal with Ivana and go buy some medicine.

Moreover, in this poverty-stricken mountainous area with countless bugs and snakes, if they pulled down their pants and met a "passing" snake, wouldn’t that be game over?

"Cough, cough." The driver said, "It’s late, quit messing with everyone. Let’s drag Ivana out, beat her up, and then kill her!"

Julia looked at the driver strangely?

What? Did she hear that correctly?

She found them, and they were like wolves spotting meat when they saw her. Now with Ivana right in front, they were pretending?

Julia’s chest heaved violently. Why should these bastards bully her? Why not go after Ivana instead?

Ivana, that bitch, deserves to be ravaged by these bastards.

"No, we’ll do what I say. If you don’t listen, forget about getting paid." Julia said angrily.

The men were annoyed, never having seen such a woman forcing them to do such things to another woman. How deep must the hatred be? Killing her still not enough, using such a method to vent anger?

For money.

The men said nothing further.

Derrick stepped down from the driver’s seat, saw the flat tire, and clenched his fists, "Damn it, a flat tire now of all times."

The trunk contained a spare and tools for a tire change.

Not daring to waste time, Derrick immediately went to get the tools and replace the tire.

A chill ran down his spine as he turned suddenly, spotting a few people who should’ve been a welcoming sight, their demeanor off. Seeing Derrick turn, they didn’t approach openly but hesitated, seemingly planning something against Derrick?

"What do you want?"

Derrick gripped the repair tools tightly, watching them warily.

One of the men pointed a gun at him, "Kid, if you don’t want to die, move aside."

Derrick’s pupils contracted sharply.

Did he guess correctly?

The flat wasn’t an accident but deliberate, targeting President Kane?

Who betrayed President Kane? Who wants his life?

"You want money, President Kane has plenty. Name your price, and he’ll fulfill it. No need to bloodshed and ruin yourselves."

Derrick said calmly.

"Haha... Smart kid! But you’re wrong, it’s not just about money."

"Bloodshed? You think we’re afraid? Which one of us doesn’t have blood on our hands?"

The men were relaxed, as if murdering was as easy as chopping vegetables for them.

Derrick’s heart tightened.

Damn!

It seemed they were dead set on killing President Kane tonight.

Derrick’s eyes fixated on the gunman’s hand. As they approached, Derrick, catching them off guard, slammed the tool in his hand down hard on the man’s hand, causing the gun to fall instantly.

Derrick’s eyes locked onto the gun, reaching to grab it.

Suddenly.

A sharp pain in his knee sent him collapsing to the ground, blood pouring out from the wound.

"You punk, dare to cross me?"

A nearby man sneered coldly.

"I’ll kill you." The man with the injured hand shouted, kicking Derrick savagely.

Derrick groaned in pain.

The car’s back door flew open, and Ivana rushed out. Seeing Derrick being beaten, she shouted, her eyes red, "What are you doing? Stop hitting him."

"Madam, quick... take President Kane and go."

Derrick shouted to Ivana.

Ivana clenched her fists; with the tire flat, driving on the mountain road was no longer safe, and these men were clearly prepared. Could she escape?

Moreover.

Ivana couldn’t just leave Derrick to die there.

The men’s eyes shifted to Ivana, the moon not quite full tonight, but the moonlight brightened her beautiful face as she lifted her head.

"What a beautiful woman."

"I want to do her right now."

"I’m having trouble holding back."

They leered at her, spewing vile words.

Ivana frowned, saying, "He’s just a driver. Let him go, and I’ll stay."

"Madam."

Derrick’s whole being trembled at Ivana’s words.

"Derrick, don’t say anything. Your salary barely feeds a wife; there’s no need to sacrifice yourself to save your boss. Anyway, it’s pointless because they don’t want your life."