Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 913

"If we didn't resort to this, Lawrence would drag the old man down with him."

They hadn't driven far when, midway across an overpass, a massive delivery truck swerved aggressively, barreling straight toward them. Thanks to the vehicle's elite performance and Jax's expert reflexes, he executed a flawless drift, tearing away from their previous trajectory.

Carried by its own reckless momentum, the heavy truck smashed through the guardrails and plummeted off the bridge...

"Ha, serves them right!"

Jax spat out the window toward the wreckage, righting the steering wheel and continuing down the road.

If that truck had collided with Mira's armored car, the impact would have slowed its momentum, preventing it from careening off the overpass.

But given the sheer weight difference, Mira's car would have inevitably been shoved off the edge...

"Should we investigate?" Ronan asked Owen.

"No need. It's their classic playbook. It's obviously the same group," Owen replied casually.

Mira reassured them. "Our people will look into it. It won't take long to piece together the whole picture."

They already had eyes monitoring every critical location tied to the two of them.

"Ugh, it's an old trick, but damn effective for those scum. If we hadn't dodged, we would've gone straight over the edge. No matter how reinforced this car is, that drop would've killed us. The worst part is you don't even get a chance to fight back. Plus, they always have some fall-guy driver to take the blame, making it nearly impossible to trace back to the mastermind," Silas growled. He glanced at Jax. "How many car-ramming attempts is that since we teamed up with Miss Mercer?"

"Third time, I think? Maybe fourth..."

"That was a heavy rig taking a swan dive. Let's hope it didn't crush anyone below," Mira said softly.

"Lawrence is a menace. He exists purely to destroy lives."

The next day, Mira went to class as usual, while absolute chaos erupted over at the Lance family side.

Owen had barely set foot in his office when the call came from Lance Manor. "Sir, come quickly! Mr. Lance collapsed!" Geoffrey shouted.

"Has he been sent to the hospital?" Owen demanded.

"Lawrence wouldn't allow it. He said the family doctor just needs to revive him, and he'll wake up."

Lawrence desperately needed his grandfather upright. He could feel the guillotine hovering over his neck, ready to drop at any second.

"Get him in an ambulance right now. Tell them those are my direct orders. If his condition worsens because of a delay, heads will roll," Owen commanded.

Even though he knew the exact cause of the collapse, hearing that his grandfather was unconscious still struck a heavy chord in his chest.