Chapter 689

Uncle Fred reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, swiftly turning the steering wheel and slamming on the brakes to prevent the car from flipping over. By the time the vehicle came to a complete stop, he was drenched in cold sweat. Had he been alone in the car, he wouldn’t have given it a second thought. But today, Willow was sitting in the back seat! She was Old Master Garcia’s treasured granddaughter-in-law. If she got so much as a scratch, how could he ever face Aiden or the old man again? "Uncle Fred, what happened?" Willow remained remarkably calm. "Did we blow a tire?" "Most likely." Uncle Fred got out to inspect the damage, then immediately cursed under his breath. "What kind of irresponsible jerk leaves a huge piece of scrap metal right in the middle of the road?" Willow stepped out of the car and saw Uncle Fred prying a massive, jagged sheet of metal from the tire. One end of the metal was razor-sharp—likely placed point-up on the road, unnoticed until it punctured the tire. Spo