Chapter 317

Chapter 317:

“It’s time.”

Tess turned to face him, the weight of his words forcing her to look beyond her anger. What she saw froze her.

Aiden wasn’t just sitting anymore; he leaned forward, a towering force of control. His narrowed eyes gleamed with predatory focus, an unrelenting fire radiating from him like an unstoppable storm. “Your legs… they’re fine?”

Without looking at her, Aiden’s hand shot out, gripping the steering wheel and turning sharply. The car pitched violently, threatening to overturn.

However, it soon stabilized and veered off toward a side opening.

“Ah!” Tess screamed, feeling a sense of weightlessness. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another car of the same model dart from their previous position, merging onto the main road.

Before she could process it, a jolt struck her, and her head slammed into the steering wheel, knocking her unconscious.

Bart had been waiting for news.

By now, Tess and Aiden’s car should have entered the main road.

Tess wouldn’t stand a chance. A brakeless car weaving through speeding traffic? The odds were stacked against her.

It was inevitable. A crash, fiery and final, was all but guaranteed.

“Three… two… one… and boom!”

Bart smirked, spreading his arms as if welcoming the dawn of a new era.

Immediately, a loud explosion erupted behind him. The sound of a car colliding was followed by flames erupting into a blazing inferno.

Bart laughed uncontrollably. “Aiden, the invincible, reduced to rubble! Tess, the disposable fool, burned out of existence. And now, Green Group is mine!”

Just then, his phone buzzed with a message.

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“Sir, it’s done. Everything went exactly as planned.”

Bart leaned back in his chair, lips curling into a slow, venomous smile as he read the message.

Three years ago, Aiden had defied death, walking away from a crash that should have buried him. But this time, Bart had sealed every possible escape.

“The car exploded. No visual confirmation of the occupants.”

Bart’s fingers hovered over the screen before he typed back, “If you’re certain it was Tess’s car, there’s no need for confirmation. No one survives that kind of blaze.”

He didn’t believe anyone could survive a car engulfed in flames; they’d be consumed by the fire.

“What about the final payment, sir?”

Bart’s laugh deepened, cold and condescending. “Patience. When I’m seated as head of the Green family, your payment will arrive. Every penny.”

Tucking the phone away, Bart composed a quick message to his closest allies before starting his car.

On the main road, the inferno raged, licking the night sky with fiery tendrils. Gasps, cries, and shouts filled the air. One man, braver than most, dashed forward with a fire extinguisher, but the effort was hopeless. The flames were unrelenting, a force too wild to tame.

In the shadow of the chaos, two men lingered, blending seamlessly into the crowd. One leaned close to the other, his voice a whisper against the roar of the fire.

“Our task is done. Any word on when we get paid?”

“Don’t worry. Once our client finishes his business, he’ll pay.”

Experts in staging “accidents,” they had built a reputation for making murders vanish behind veils of misfortune. As such, their services didn’t come cheap. This job, meticulously executed, was worth every bit of its hundred-million-dollar price tag.

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