My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 745:

The blue sports car tumbled across the track, flipping several times before skidding to a halt. A large pool of oil began spreading from its rear, shimmering ominously under the sun. Carrie, breathless and wide-eyed, steadied herself and looked at the wreckage. Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the edge of her seat.

Arion barely paused to think as he unbuckled Carrie’s seatbelt, his voice urgent.

“Carrie, get out of the car now! That car’s leaking oil—it could explode any second!”

Carrie’s breath hitched as her senses snapped back to reality. She nodded and opened the car door, her legs shaky but moving on instinct. Once she was clear of the car, Arion quickly followed, stepping out and surveying the scene with sharp eyes.

“Mr. Norris! Mr. Norris!”

The desperate cry broke through the tense atmosphere, and Carrie turned to see Oliver sprinting toward them at full speed, his face pale and drenched in sweat.

“Mr. Norris?” Kristopher? Carrie halted in her tracks, her posture tense.

Her gaze snapped toward the overturned blue car ahead. Was Kristopher in that car?

Her body moved before her mind could process the thought. Carrie bolted toward the overturned vehicle, her heart pounding so hard it drowned out Arion’s startled shouts behind her.

The car was completely flipped, its frame twisted and shattered glass littering the ground like a warning.

Through the splintered windshield, she could see Kristopher inside, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. His face was pale, but his eyes were open.

Their gazes locked, and Kristopher managed a faint, reassuring smile.

“I’m fine,” he mouthed weakly.

“Don’t worry.”

Carrie’s face twisted in fury, her voice trembling with rage and fear.

“Who on earth cares if you’re fine, Kristopher? Are you out of your mind? This is a car race, not a death wish! Were you trying to kill yourself—and drag me and Arion down with you?”

Seeing Carrie race toward the overturned car, Arion followed her.

Meanwhile, Torrie’s car sped past, leaving the scene behind.

Dariel leaned lazily against the window, his arm resting on the ledge as his fingers tapped a slow, idle rhythm. A smug smile tugged at his lips as he watched the scene in the distance.

“Well, well,” he mused, “It seems that fate is smiling on us today. How convenient for a reckless fool to appear out of nowhere and cause this little distraction.”

Torrie kept her hands steady on the wheel, her tone indifferent.

“Maybe Arion and his precious cousin got lucky this time. You should be thanking that so-called reckless fool for stepping in. If they’d gotten into a serious accident, the Morrison the family wouldn’t let you off easily.

Dariel chuckled darkly, leaning his head against the window.

“Intriguing, isn’t it? That woman. She has so many people willing to risk everything for her. It’s fascinating how something—or someone—belonging to another always seems more tempting.”noveldrama

Back at the scene, Oliver tugged at the deformed car door, but it refused to budge. Kristopher reached out from the inside, trying to force it open himself, but the metal had been crushed beyond repair.

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