The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 115 Made It Out Alive?

A crazy car chase was unfolding on a busy street, drawing everyone’s attention.

The moment a loud explosion boomed, people started scattering like headless chickens, scrambling to get away.

In the backseat, Megan’s sharp eyes were calm and focused. She glanced at the Land Rover tailing them, where a guy was halfway out the window, aiming his weapon right at her forehead.

The instant she squeezed the trigger, she dropped sideways onto the backseat. A bullet ripped through the passenger seat up front. A second later—boom. Another explosion.

The heatwave from the blast almost flipped their car over.

Arthur’s foot was mashed into the gas. "Whoa! That was intense!"

Megan’s eyes followed the three blazing cars fading behind them. Judging by the fire, no one in those cars made it.

She sighed lightly. "Would this count as self-defense?"

Arthur glanced at the cop cars weaving through traffic behind them. "We pulling over?"

"Only if you want my cover blown."

Arthur sniffled like he’d just run a marathon and floored the gas again.

As they sped down the road, Megan peeled off her face mask, short wig, and magnetic tags. She slipped out of her blazer and dress shirt, folding everything into a bag, revealing a long-sleeved top and jeans underneath.

She pulled a ring from her pocket, slid it onto her left ring finger, and then looked down at her shoes. Her brows twitched. "Ugh. I forgot to bring flats."

Behind them, sirens wailed louder. She glanced back at the cop cars still in pursuit. "Make a left up there and pull over. It’s near the back gate of the school—I’ll walk from there. The rest’s on you."

Arthur’s mouth twitched. So she just dumped all the heat on him, huh?

But he followed her instructions anyway. The second Megan stepped out, the car took off like a rocket.

Soon, several police cruisers zoomed past, completely missing her.

Megan turned into the school through a blind spot in the security cameras.

It was right when classes ended, and students were streaming out in waves.

She blended in casually, made her way back to her car, and finally switched into her proper shoes. She tossed everything back into a hidden compartment.

She glanced over at a black Volkswagen parked not too far away. No reaction from the people inside—looked like she was still in the clear.She pulled out the laptop from her backpack and started tracking Arthur’s phone. Soon, his location popped up on the map.

She hacked into the traffic department to pull up live traffic cam footage.

Then, using the license plates of the cop cars behind them, she directly locked their GPS systems via satellite.

On the screen, those police cars suddenly lost power and stalled right in the middle of the road.

The cars following too closely had no time to react, slamming into each other in a chain pile-up.

After sorting that out, she rang up Arthur. "Made it out alive?"

"Absolutely! Like, full-on rise to glory!" Arthur chuckled. "There’s always a way out, piece of cake!"

Arthur was from Verduria, but he’d been living abroad for years and never got much formal schooling—his use of idioms was legendarily bad.

Megan had picked him up in a slum in Mexico.

That was when NexusStar had just been launched, and she’d gone there scouting for new energy vehicle projects.

She happened to drive through a rough neighborhood and saw him getting beaten to a pulp by some local thugs—he was barely hanging on.

She fought off five guys on her own and dragged him out of there.

With his face swollen like a balloon, Arthur had begged her to take him in, saying he had no family and wouldn’t be any trouble.

He was a well-known racer in the area and offered to be her driver.

Feeling a sense of shared roots, Megan had taken pity on him and brought him on as her assistant and driver.

Arthur was sharp—he picked things up lightning fast... except for idioms.

Megan let out a soft snort. "Your idioms are still a trainwreck."

Arthur: "..."

"If Oliver’s assistant calls to snoop around and asks whether there was any shooting, just deny it. The car’s got fake plates, and it can’t be traced. All surveillance footage will disappear soon."

"Drive this car to the abandoned parking yard out east and scrap it. Make sure to hang on to the laptop in the backseat—it’s got important files."

"Got it."

"Same time, same place tomorrow. Pick me up."

Before Arthur could say anything, the call was already dead.

He curled his lips. This woman was always like that—hung up without warning.

Megan:[Giving you a chance to hang up first.

Arthur: [Wouldn’t dare even with a thousand lives.]