#Chapter 205: Fiona’s Escape

Third Person One month ago… Fiona’s heart pounded like a war drum in her chest as she threw herself into the passenger seat of the waiting black car, her fingers gripping the leather seat so tightly her knuckles turned white. The driver hardly even waited for her to shut the door before he was peeling away from the curb, tires screeching on asphalt. “Go, go, go!” Fiona urged. They sped through the city streets, weaving between cars with a reckless precision that made Fiona’s stomach lurch. He had always been an excellent driver, but this… this was on another level. Fiona had picked a good partner in crime—that was for certain. For hours, they drove in tense silence, the only sounds the purr of the engine and the occasional squeal of tires as they took corners far too fast for comfort. Fiona’s eyes darted constantly to the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see flashing lights in pursuit. But there was nothing. She really had slipped through tho