Despite her seatbelt, Clara Grant's entire upper body lurched forward with the car's momentum before snapping back.
She couldn't help but let out a small cry. Seth Quinn, who had just steadied himself, was startled and quickly grabbed her shoulders, asking worriedly, "Clara, are you okay?"
But Clara Grant instinctively flinched away. She had only asked that question hoping to hear him deny it, but his reaction just now seemed to have already confirmed her fears.
'Clara didn't dare to think about it, didn't want to think about it, yet she couldn't stop herself from wondering.'
'If the message from that mysterious person was fake, then why was he so panicked just now?'
Seth Quinn clearly felt Clara Grant's subtle movement to avoid him, and his heart pounded with even more panic.
Clara Grant steadied herself and looked at him again, her gaze fixed. When she spoke, her voice was tinged with an icy chill, each word enunciated with deliberate slowness.
