CHAPTER 467: CHAPTER 467: NEARLY LOST HER LIFE

Inside the elevator.

Poe Vaughn stood within, looking at the elevator doors, his posture upright, his expression composed.

Yet, at this moment, his fingers rested on his left wrist, adjusting his watch slightly.

It was just a casual gesture, but in that instant, his eyes slightly narrowed, a fleeting fierceness appeared and vanished.

Now, the stairway of the emergency exit.

Ava Sterling was holding her bag and high heels, quickly running down.

She hadn’t exercised in a long time due to her injury before, but she had a strong foundation, not the delicate type, so going down dozens of flights of stairs wasn’t daunting for her.

Just that, with inactivity, she couldn’t be as agile as before.

Even so, she kept moving relentlessly.

Steps appeared one after another endlessly, constantly emerging before her eyes, sweat quickly seeping out from her body, soaking through her clothes and dampening her forehead.

Her pale face turned reddish due to the continuous descent, pores opening up, making her skin appear even better.

Ava didn’t check the time, nor did she count, she just focused solely on getting down the stairs.

So, when she reached the first floor, she hadn’t realized she had descended dozens of flights.

For a moment, she was stunned.

But she quickly reacted, rushing out the door.

Upon rushing out, Poe Vaughn was already out of sight.

Ava’s heart tightened, without pausing for breath, she dashed towards the main entrance. As she ran out, she saw Poe Vaughn getting into a car.

Seeing this, Ava didn’t waste time calling out, instead directly taking the steps to hail a taxi.

She definitely wasn’t going to be foolish enough to chase after the car on foot.

She knew her two legs couldn’t outrun four wheels, so she hailed a taxi as soon as she got out.

Fortunately, just a few seconds after she stepped out, she spotted a taxi approaching, and Ava hurriedly waved it down.

"Screech!"

The taxi promptly stopped in front of Ava, she immediately opened the car door and got in, pointing at the black Bentley ahead, panting and saying, "Driver... catch up... chase that black Bentley ahead."

Only then did Ava allow herself to relax a bit, clutching her stomach, bending over, closing her eyes, breathing heavily.

The driver heard her, immediately replied, "Alright, Miss."

In an instant, the driver shifted gears, stepped on the gas pedal, and the car sped forward, swiftly closing in on the Bentley.

Ava gasped, swallowing hard, slightly regaining her composure, and looked ahead.

The Bentley was right in front of the taxi, not lost.

Ava’s body relaxed all at once, slumping back against the seat, eyes half-closed, watching the luxurious emblem in the gradually darkening night.

Damn, this chase nearly cost her life!

Poe Vaughn, you are impressive.

You’re something.

Ava’s mind was filled with curses; if she weren’t so exhausted, she would have twisted her beautiful face by now.

Up ahead, in the Bentley.

The driver noticed the taxi following behind, he went left, the taxi went left, he went right, the taxi went right.

He overtook other cars, the taxi followed suit.

In any case, the taxi behind was like stubborn glue, persistently trailing him, blatantly.

Unable to resist, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror, at the person seated in the back.

Poe Vaughn did not close his eyes, did not look out at the scenery, his gaze was fixed ahead, deep and unfathomable in the darkening night, so profound that it incited fear.

The driver softly said, "President Vaughn, there’s a taxi keeping pace with us in the back. Should we shake it off?"