Page 54 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Samuel’s voice on the other end was slightly tense. "Mr. Evans, I arrived at her office, but the staff said she left for home an hour ago. When I called the mansion, the maids said she hasn’t arrived yet. I’m not sure if she went elsewhere or if something happened."

Christian’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. His body tense, his forehead creased.

"Find her location. Right now," he barked before starting the car and driving out without a second thought.

There was only one route from her office to the mansion. Ivy never took dark, dangerous shortcuts—she always stuck to the main roads. His mind raced as he drove, his fingers dialing her number.

She didn’t pick up.

He called again.

Still no answer.

His heart pounded as he scanned the road, his gaze darting around in worry.

And then, he spotted it—a white car speeding down the road. His stomach twisted as he caught a glimpse of Ivy in the driver’s seat.

He immediately turned the car and sped toward her, redialing her number.

This time, she answered.

"Ivy," he said instantly, his voice sharp with urgency. "Stop the goddamn car. Why are you driving so fast?"

But her voice on the other end wasn’t steady. It was scared.

"Christian…" she breathed, her voice breaking as she struggled to control the steering wheel. "My brakes aren’t working."

Christian’s entire body stiffened. His breath caught in his throat, his hands clenching the wheel.

Every fear he had ever known was nothing compared to what he felt in that moment.

"Ivy, don’t cut off the call," he commanded, his voice firm. "Take a right from here and drive straight."

She did as he said, turning onto the road ahead. The traffic had thinned, but her breathing was still ragged, her voice trembling.

"Christian, I’m so tired," she whispered. "The car won’t stop. I can’t control it anymore. The speed keeps increasing."

"Don’t be scared. I will take care of you," Christian said, his voice strong, steady—making her believe every word.

But the speed of her car continued to rise, her heartbeat thundering in her chest.

Then, suddenly, another car raced past her, overtaking her in an instant. It swerved in front of her and stopped sideways, blocking the road ahead.

Christian’s car.

He skidded his car to a stop a few miles ahead, blocking the road.

Her eyes widened in horror.

"What are you doing? Get out of the way!" Ivy shouted, her panic rising.

"Ivy, listen to me," Christian said, his voice impossibly calm. "Ram your car into the back of mine. It’ll be okay. I’ll shield you from the impact."

"No!" she snapped. "Christian, move out of the way! I’m not hitting you!"

If she crashed into him, he’d take the impact instead of her. He would be the one getting hurt.

But Christian didn’t move.

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