She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 535: Currently Missing, Presumed Dead

Elias Patel looked as if she had been scared witless, her face pale and her forehead covered with cold sweat, her whole body trembling.

The car kept speeding up, racing forward, the car behind still relentlessly in pursuit.

Hope Williams clenched her teeth, her expression taut.

Looking back, her gaze met the black car that was already tailing them closely.

Thomas steered tightly, fiercely stepping on the gas, making the car speed up once again.

It was clear that the pursuers had come prepared, with many people, whose assaults were both swift and fierce. The bodyguards in the car behind Hope Williams were forced to stop, and Nolan disembarked with people to protect Hope and make their escape.

But after they managed to withstand that wave, there were still cars relentlessly catching up from behind.

"Who are these people anyway? What do they want? I...you... Hope Williams, did you provoke someone..." Elias Patel rambled, continuously turning her head to look behind from her seat.

"Maybe, maybe we should get out and talk to them..." Elias Patel swallowed nervously, "Is there anything we can’t discuss amicably? Thomas, stop the car, stop the car..."

Elias Patel frantically slapped the back of the driver’s seat. "Stop the car, did you hear me..." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Thomas did not slow down at all.

"Hope Williams, you make him stop the car."

Hope Williams’s face was grim as she contacted the bodyguards at home through her phone. Just when she was about to call Waylon Lewis, a violent impact from behind caused her to lurch forward, and her phone flew from her hand.

Elias Patel yelled incessantly by her side, Hope Williams furrowed her brows and yanked Elias back.

In a cold voice, "Sit tight."

"Hope Williams, make Thomas stop the car; let’s talk things through..."

"Elias Patel!" Hope Williams looked at Elias Patel, anger in her eyes, "Does it look like they’re in a mood to talk?"

"But they are your enemies; what about me? Let me out... I want to get out..."

Elias Patel suddenly felt that she was about to be killed by this woman, desperately trying to pull open the car door.

Hope Williams bit down hard.

The car that had been tailing them slammed into them again with great force.

"Bang!"

It seemed determined to knock them over.

"Ahhh—" Elias Patel screamed loudly, the usually proud and composed woman now shrieking in panic, "I want to get out..."

Hope Williams tried to reach for the phone that fell forward, but the recent collision left her feeling dizzy and bleary-eyed.

"Hope Williams, let me out..."

Hope Williams bit down hard on her teeth, "Thomas... find a chance to let her out."

Hope Williams did not want to drag others down with her, especially with this woman incessantly yelling by her side.

They were targeting her; if they let Elias Patel out of the car, they wouldn’t harm her.

"When I say jump, you jump out, do you hear me?"

At a grassy turn, Thomas slowed down the car, and Hope Williams gritted her teeth, pulled open the car door, "Jump."

"I... I..." Elias Patel’s lips quivered, even though the car had only slowed down a little, it was still moving at a high speed, and she was battling with her thoughts.

"There’s no time left."

Ignoring Elias Patel’s scream, Hope Williams pushed her out.

"Ah!"

Elias Patel rolled harshly on the grass several times and the cars pursuing them also slowed down a bit to identify the person who rolled out.

"It’s not Hope Williams, keep chasing."

Elias Patel was terrified, and she let out a huge sigh of relief as she watched them continue chasing Hope Williams’s car.

Elias Patel struggled to get up; she was injured but not severely.

Elias Patel picked up her phone and tremblingly slid it open, her gaze falling on Waylon Lewis’s number.

She hesitated on whether to tell Waylon about Hope Williams’s situation.

After some thought, she did not like this woman, feeling she was not worthy of Waylon.

But, she did not want to see her get killed either.

So Elias Patel still dialed Waylon Lewis’s number.

At that moment, Waylon Lewis was still in a meeting.

He was somewhat distracted, doodling on a document with a pen.

"Scratch—" The sound of the pen tearing the paper, leaving a long trace of ink on the document.

Waylon frowned at the ugly scar on the document, his expression souring further, eventually capping the pen and tossing it onto the desk.

It made a "snap" sound.

The manager introducing the project jumped, and everyone looked up at him.

Waylon pinched the bridge of his nose and waved his hand dismissively, "Continue."

Upon hearing Waylon’s words, people bowed their heads again, talking or taking notes as needed.

Thomas Hughes hurried in, bending down beside Waylon, "Boss, it’s Sister Patel’s call, she seems to have an emergency for you."

Waylon usually didn’t answer calls during meetings, except for Hope’s, but this time he took the phone.

His voice was low, "What’s wrong?"

"Boss, Madam... she..."

Before Elias could finish, she heard a loud "boom" from ahead.

She shrank her neck in fright.

The moment Waylon heard Elias mention Hope Williams, his heart clenched fiercely, a stabbing pain as if being pierced.

His dark eyes were like a vast abyss, "What happened to her?"

Elias Patel was stunned, speechless for a moment.

"Speak."

Waylon’s voice was icy cold at this moment, with no patience to spare.

The people present went silent, holding their breath as they watched Waylon.

"I... don’t know, Madam was just driving me home when we were chased down. Then Madam pushed me out of the car, but now..." Elias hesitated because the recent noise was clearly the sound of a car crash, "Now... Madam appears to have been in an accident, her current status... is unknown..."

Waylon’s breath hitched, his blood as if freezing at this very moment.

The entire room fell into a deathly stillness.

"The address," Waylon’s voice trembled.

Limping, Elias Patel started running forward, followed by a "boom" and a massive explosion, flames reaching for the sky.

Elias Patel’s eyes widened in shock, staring in that direction, completely frozen.

The sound of the explosion was so loud that Waylon could hear it on the phone as well.

Waylon’s mouth twitched, his expression emotionless as he gripped the phone, seemingly void of human sentiment. His lips trembling, struggling for a long time, he couldn’t utter a word.