Chapter 74

Anne was entirely consumed by hatred. Before Giselle could react, she suddenly shoved her hard. With a dull thud, Giselle's body was thrown into the street, landing right in the blind spot of an oncoming truck. The massive vehicle roared toward her like an unstoppable beast. With its deafening engine and sheer size barreling down, it was too late to escape. She rolled her body just in time in a split-second surge of survival instinct. Somehow, she avoided the front wheels and ended up flat beneath the truck's chassis. The roar of the engine, the terror of being moments away from being crushed to death—it was paralyzing. She stayed frozen underneath, heart pounding out of her chest. It felt like centuries passed before the truck finally rumbled past. When it was gone, she could hardly believe she was still alive. She scrambled back to the sidewalk and collapsed in a heap, breathing hard, her brain spinning and heart still hammering with panic. Thank God for her experience with ext