Chapter 392


    “Thssa, don’t try to dissuade me. Life is unbearable without you.” Leopold’s trembling voice echoed


    in the phone, the sound of suppressed sobbing making it all the more heartbreaking.


    His despair and anguish were palpable, bringing tears to Thssa’s eyes and a sharp pain in her


    chest. She could feel his pain and hopelessness.


    Two people, who were supposed to be in love, were now forced to part ways and be strangers.


    Powerless, desperate and yet helpless.


    Thssa urgently asked with a shaky voice, “Isabe, which road are you on? I’ming right away.”


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    Isabe, with tears streaming down her face, told Thssa the location. She was not yet ready to join


    the high society, she didn’t want to die, and she didn’t want to lose her life in such a dreadful manner.


    There was still a beautiful life waiting for her, and she didn’t want to be blown to pieces. She was


    scared, terrified of leaving this world in such a grisly manner with Leopold.


    Knowing their location, Thssa made a sudden turn and sped towards that road. It wasn’t far, just


    around the corner. As soon as she made the turn, she would reach them.


    Time was of the essence, there was no room for second thoughts. Ignoring the red light, Thssa


    speedily maneuvered her car, narrowly missing another car. In this moment of urgency, her driving


    skills seemed to improve.


    Just as she was about to collide with the car in front, she swiftly turned the wheel, avoiding collision


    and overtaking the other car. She reached the road mentioned by Isabe where many cars had


    already stopped. People were standing by the road, discussing the situation in hushed tones of


    astonishment.


    “There’s a car on fire ahead, it’s still speeding, it’s like they have a death wish.”


    “We should wait here. We don’t want to get involved and risk our lives.”


    “The young people these days are driving recklessly.””


    Hearing their discussions, Thssa knew it was Leopold’s car. Looking at the direction where cars had


    stopped, she guessed where Leopold’s car might have


    headed.


    A middle-aged man, seeing her car heading in that direction, warned, “Miss, you should stop. There’s a


    reckless driver ahead. If there’s an explosion, you could be in danger…”


    Before he could finish his sentence, Thssa had hit the gas pedal and sped off in the direction they


    had pointed. She was racing against time and death.


    Her heart was pounding as she drove at a breakneck speed. She had to be faster to reach Leopold


    before his car exploded. She held the steering wheel tightly, her body rigid, her nerves on edge.


    Finally, she saw the car in the distance, its tail on fire. The silver Porsche, with its roaring mes, was


    like a ticking bomb on the road, ready to explode any moment. Thssa saw the car and her heart


    clenched even tighter. She drove faster, honking the horn to alert the car ahead to stop.


    Meanwhile, Leopold, ovee with grief and pain, was determined to die with Isabe. His eyes were


    red, his face a mask of sorrow and anger.