From a distance, you could see the shadows of two cars, but neither side slowed down. When they were only a hundred meters apart, both cars seemed to almost take flight but skidded to a steady halt with a sharp brake, their tails tilting.
"Holy shit! A race to the death?!"
The driver beside them had applied the brakes more than ten seconds in advance, yet despite that, Vincent lurched forward sharply.
Finally, the seatbelt held him back, snapping him back into his seat.
Vincent was quite experienced with various big occasions, but seeing this scene left him so shocked his face turned pale.
As he and the driver were still shaken, the SUV across from them had just stopped, and its door opened. A person clad in black, agilely jumped out of the driver's seat.
Then he walked over to Arabella Vanderbilt's car, bent down, and knocked on her window.
The window rolled down, slowly revealing Arabella Vanderbilt's cold face.
