Chapter 450
Chapter 450:
“Ms. Green — can you reach Mr. Edwards?” Vinson asked, pulling her back.
“No,” she said quietly.
She took a breath, then looked at Davin. “Can you lose them p>
Davin glanced at the display screen and answered without hesitation. “Yes p>
W𝗵a𝘵 𝗲𝗏e𝗋уоn𝘦 𝘪ѕ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝘥іո𝗴 o𝘯 ѕ.𝖼o𝗆
“Then do that first. We’ll figure out the next move once we’re clear p>
“Understood.” He floored the accelerator, and the car launched forward.
The vehicles behind them matched the pace instantly, closing the distance with organized, practiced precision. Every few seconds, a gun barrel appeared at a window and shots rang out, striking the armored body of the car with hollow, metallic impacts.
Kristine listened to the gunfire and felt something unexpected settle inside her — not panic, but a cold, quiet clarity.
These people were here to kill her.
“Davin,” she said, her voice steady. “As soon as we’re far enough ahead, I want you and Vinson to get out of the car p>
Both men went completely still.
Vinson started to object. She stopped him before he could form the words.
“Did Asher tell you to follow my instructions p>
Neither of them answered immediately. But they nodded.
“Then do exactly what I said p>
The interior of the car went silent. Not the silence of agreement — the silence of two men who disagreed deeply and had no ground left to stand on.
After a long pause, Vinson gave a single, reluctant nod.
Davin kept his eyes on the road, but she could feel him resisting from the back seat. She held her gaze on him and waited.
Eventually, he nodded too.
Back in Peudon, Elyse stood in the middle of her hotel suite, surrounded on every side by flower arrangements. She was smiling.
After her win on Antique Matchup, public opinion had turned sharply against her. But the story about Kristine and the broken antler had rewritten everything overnight. The people who had doubted her now believed she had deserved the award all along. Kristine, in the public imagination, had become a petty, destructive figure — someone who would damage a priceless national treasure out of jealousy. And Elyse, by contrast, had stepped forward to repair the very thing Kristine had allegedly ruined.
The optics were perfect.
Since morning, deliveries had been arriving without pause. Her social media following had vaulted from thousands to over a million in a matter of hours. She watched the counter climb with quiet, deep satisfaction.
But the numbers meant little compared to what was unfolding in Evira.
A fan abroad had posted in one of the public group chats: Kristine is running for her life right now — this is like something out of a film. The thread had exploded.
She got exactly what she deserved.
Bad people always face consequences eventually.
She should die for what she did.
Elyse read through every comment in silence, unhurried.
After a while, she switched to a secondary, anonymous account. Does anyone know why she’s being chased? What’s actually happening?