Chapter 507

Chapter 507:

The sudden roar of the engine shattered the silence, its headlights slicing through the darkness like a beacon. Without hesitation, Fernanda turned back toward the courtyard, where Ector’s cars were parked in plain sight.

Ector’s tendency to leave his vehicles unlocked when at home made them easy to access. Fernanda wasted no time, hopping into the nearest car and starting the engine with practiced ease. In one swift motion, she wrenched the wheel and sped through the gate.

The quiet of Dawn Villas hung in the air at this late hour, the gated community unusually still with little movement. Up ahead, the car of the person who had been sneaking photos came into view.

As an outsider, the photographer had been briefly stalled at the exit of Dawn Villas, while Fernanda, driving a registered vehicle, had the barrier lift automatically, gliding through with ease. Now, she was barely ten meters behind the fleeing car.

Swiftly, Fernanda pursued, her mind sharp as she processed everything. The way the man clung to his camera gear while running told her he was no amateur—likely a professional paparazzo. But what had drawn him here, to the Morgan family estate, in the dead of night? More pressing, what had he captured? Had he taken pictures of Cristian dropping her off earlier?

Fernanda wasn’t overly concerned. Cristian had been in Bobby’s car, never leaving the vehicle. Even if there were photos, they likely wouldn’t be of any consequence.

What unsettled her, however, was the creeping sensation of being constantly watched, as if every move were under a magnifying glass. She wasn’t a public figure, nor did she have any ties to the entertainment world. Why would anyone waste their time snapping photos of her? It seemed completely ridiculous.

The man in front demonstrated impressive control, maintaining a speed that was fast but calculated. What he didn’t account for was that Fernanda’s driving was just as skilled, keeping her within striking distance without breaking a sweat. A constant reminder echoed in Fernanda’s mind: she was a law-abiding citizen, and engaging in a late-night street chase was both reckless and illegal.

The car ahead swerved away from the city center, speeding toward the outskirts. With a sharp press on the accelerator, Fernanda let a cold smile form on her lips. Did he honestly believe he could lose her? How naive.

As the traffic thinned, the road ahead became their battleground, with only the two cars locked in a high-speed chase. Fernanda slammed her foot on the accelerator, the surge of power propelling her car forward as the adrenaline kicked in.

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Meanwhile, the man in the lead car was drenched in sweat. He hadn’t anticipated that the woman behind him would be so unyielding. To his growing frustration, his car’s performance couldn’t keep up. In mere moments, Fernanda was right beside him.

Fernanda cast a glance to his side, but the dark-tinted windows gave no clues about who was inside. With a swift flick of the wheel, she deftly maneuvered her car in front of his.

Then, without warning, she eased off the throttle. However, the man refused to slow down, determined not to be forced to stop. He darted left and right, trying to find an opening to pass, but Fernanda anticipated every move, effortlessly blocking him as if enjoying the game.

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