Chapter 329 Pathetic Driving Skills

Natalie's gaze turned cool. Without making it obvious, she stepped on the accelerator. The car picked up speed smoothly. In the rearview mirror, she saw the van immediately following. The driver did not attempt to hide their intention at all. "So bold, huh?" Natalie muttered with a quiet scoff, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes. She didn't want trouble knocking on her door, but if someone came looking for it, she wasn't the type to back down either. Once the traffic thinned out, Natalie simply stopped holding back as she floored the accelerator. The silver sedan shot forward like an arrow, tires screeching as they tore across the dark road. "What the hell is she doing?" Inside the black van, Bert Maxom, who was in the passenger seat, grabbed the overhead handle. His face went pale as he cursed. The driver, Chron Massad, a burly man with a thick beard, broke out into a cold sweat. His hands clamped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles blanched. He'd been doing