Chapter 768

Guinevere’s head was spinning from the activated airbag.

She was dizzy for a long while and did not recover.

She was still holding on to the steering wheel in her hand. She closed her eyes, feeling dizzy. The front
hood of the red car was crushed and distorted in shape. A large part of it was dented.

She looked up and saw Weston’s Cullinan parked next to her car.

Guinevere’s hands were shaking. She gripped the steering wheel and tried to step on the accelerator to
get the car out. She was still holding on to her delusions. She thought Weston did not mean it. Maybe it
was just an accident.

Even so, she did not dare to leave the car and ask him. She was in denial and wanted to escape.
However, Weston’s action in the next moment completely shattered her hope.

The black luxury car suddenly reversed in her direction before she could react. It rushed toward her
again, and a loud bang sounded.

The car had crashed into her car again.

Guinevere screamed out loud. “Ah!” It was a moment of sheer panic.

“Stop! Stop!”

Weston was oblivious to her screams. From this distance, she could see his cold face. The murderous
aura on his grim face was evident. He seemed like he wanted to kill

her.



Weston slammed on the accelerator again. He reversed a little, then crashed into her car again.

It seemed like crashing onto her car once was not enough to vent his anger. He seemed like he
intended to wreck her car and die with her. He kept crashing onto her car over and over again in
madness.

It went on and on without stopping.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The loud noise made Guinevere unable to think. The fear of death overwhelmed her as the car shook
violently. Her vision was blurred. She could not stand it anymore and shouted, “Stop it!

“Weston…!”

She did not know how long it had been before Weston calmed down a little.

Guinevere’s hands trembled as she saw the Cullinan finally stop. When the car door opened, his long
legs in suit trousers were the first thing she saw. Weston was still wearing his same imposing look. He
walked toward her step by step. Weston closed the car door with a loud bang. His eyes were like ice.
The savage aura around him made him look like a messenger from hell.

He did not speak and set his jaw into a hard line. He looked like he was here to murder someone when
his handsome face was devoid of emotion.

Guinevere’s heart trembled violently. She knew, deep in her heart, that he was here for Ella. She was
still afraid to face the truth and was a little scared.

Her thoughts were in a mess. She did not know what to do. At the same time, Weston was already
standing in front of her car.



“Get out.” It was two concise words that contained a murderous aura and coldness. He refused to
waste time with her.

Guinevere stiffened. Her hands kept trembling as she opened the door with a shudder.

The next moment, Weston grabbed her wrist, dragged her out, and slammed her to the ground.

Guinevere was wearing high heels and did not expect Weston to find her so quickly. She could not
steady herself and fell to the ground. “Ah!” She sprained her ankle and felt a sharp pain. The pain in
her ankle almost brought her to tears.


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