Chapter 591: Blackmail

Cheyenne felt disoriented as the car suddenly came to a stop. Inertia caused her body, still half asleep, to lurch forward towards the windshield. Just as it seemed she was about to collide with the glass, Benson stepped on the brakes and quickly reached out to steady her by grabbing her shoulder. She woke up abruptly. "What's going on?" "Cheyenne, I'm sorry. I didn't see an elderly man crossing the road suddenly. I had to brake abruptly to avoid hitting them," Benson explained. "Are you okay?" His concerned gaze scanned Cheyenne up and down, making sure she wasn't injured, before he let out a sigh of relief. Cheyenne shook her head lightly and shifted her gaze to the elderly person lying on the ground in front of the car. She furrowed her brows. "Let's go down and check on him." "Okay." The elderly man, appearing to be around sixty or seventy years old, lay on the ground. He wore a long black windcoat with a brown towel underneath. His body convulsed intermittently, and his fa