Chapter 438 - 414: I’ve Killed Countless People—Are You Seeking Death?

Soren Johnson stared unblinkingly at the document on the desk, without a hint of hesitation.

"Yes."

Leonard Harrison bowed and accepted respectfully.

As soon as he left the study, he sent a message.

Just as the message was sent, Chloe Simpson’s rideshare driver’s phone buzzed twice.

The message wasn’t sent by anyone else; it was from Leonard Harrison, the Johnson Family’s butler.

[Handle it promptly.]

The message consisted of just four characters, and the phone number was unfamiliar, with nothing else attached.

The driver glanced at the message, then set down the phone, looking through the rearview mirror at Chloe seated in the back.

Chloe clearly hadn’t noticed the driver’s action.

She was staring absentmindedly out the window, thinking about her and Alan Johnson’s matters.

Even though she had visited Alan Johnson so blatantly, why hadn’t the Johnson Family reacted at all?

The driver smirked and silently accelerated the car.

Half an hour later, the vehicle stopped.

"Are we there? No, wait, I didn’t give you this address."

Chloe looked out the window as the car stopped.

There weren’t any tall buildings around, not even any apartment blocks.

It seemed like they had reached the outskirts, surrounded by nothing but wild grass and trees.

Other than that, there was nothing, not a soul in sight.

Chloe’s heart surged with alarm, suddenly recalling the news circulating online about rideshare drivers harming passengers.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Her heartbeat raced to the point of suffocation.

Images of murderers, psychopaths, those seeking vengeance against society, all surged through her mind at that moment.

Could she really die here?

Chloe took several deep breaths, trying to suppress the fear and panic rising within.

Her eyes quickly surveyed the small confines of the car.

The doors were locked, and the control button for the doors was next to the driver’s seat.

She wanted to jump out of the car or escape, but the thought was futile; it was impossible.

Her belongings were in the trunk; she only had a bag with her now, containing a phone, keys, and daily items.

All that was visible in the front seat was a water cup, some business cards, and a cell phone.

All useless items.

None could serve as a weapon for self-defense.

Usually, she might carry pepper spray or some form of protection when going out.

But having just left the Johnson Family, how could she expect to encounter a deranged driver?

This...

Wait!

A knife!

She had a nail clipper.

Inside the nail clipper was a sharp little stainless steel nail file.

Though not very sharp, if she used it effectively, she could strike the carotid artery in the neck and deliver a fatal blow.

However, the timing and location of the strike had to be right.

Otherwise, if she failed, she was doomed.

Chloe was racking her brain for a solution when suddenly, something cold pressed against her forehead.

"Get out of the car."

Chloe’s body tensed abruptly, her blood seemed to freeze in that instant.

She didn’t raise her head.

But she knew what was on top of her head.

Her heart rate escalated sharply, dizziness creeping into her mind from fear.

Chloe never imagined a mere rideshare driver would carry a gun.

No, if he had a gun, then he wasn’t just a rideshare driver.

In the 21st century with such stringent regulations, guns were something rideshare drivers absolutely couldn’t acquire.

There must be significant power behind this.

The Johnson Family!

She had come from the Johnson Family, and the rideshare was booked at the driver’s location.

The Johnson Family was the biggest suspect.

If it were the richest family in Kyohai, the Johnsons, getting a gun wouldn’t be difficult.

However, it shouldn’t be the Johnson Family.

If anyone from the Johnson Family wanted her dead, it would probably only be the Old Sir of the Johnson Family, Soren Johnson.

Even if she had entanglements with Alexander Johnson and Alan Johnson, they wouldn’t go so far as to have someone kill her.

But the Old Sir isn’t such a foolish person, executing such obvious actions wouldn’t be his style.

Chloe frantically brainstormed, but after trying to think of everyone, she still didn’t know who would send someone to kill her.

"No matter who sent you to kill me, I’ll pay you double whatever they’re offering."

After stepping out of the car, Chloe said this to the rideshare driver.

"Really? Are you sure you can pay that?" The driver chuckled, tilting his hat with the gun, revealing his cold eyes measuring her.

Only then did Chloe notice the driver was wearing a hat and a mask, covering himself thoroughly.

When she first got into the car, she was indeed careless, not noticing at all.

If she had noticed the anomaly sooner, she wouldn’t have gotten in, and things wouldn’t have come to this.

"Certainly, you can search my name online right now; you’ll find news about me. I’m the woman of the Young Master Johnson, money isn’t a problem."

"If you don’t believe me, you can open the trunk now and see what’s inside. I’m sure you won’t be disappointed."

Chloe’s legs felt weak, but she knew she had to endure, to save herself.

Otherwise, she feared she would truly die here.

Her mind seemed unable to think or do anything else.

Everything she said or did seemed to be driven by her bodily instinct to protect itself.

The driver glanced at the trunk but didn’t make a move, seeming not to believe her at all.

"What? Afraid I’ll run? You have a gun in your hand, it’s faster than my two legs, and a slight pull of the trigger would end my life. Only a fool would try to run."

Chloe took a deep breath, regaining her voice, and continued speaking.

Now the driver seemed convinced.

"Behave!"

After barking at her, he walked toward the trunk.

"Hmph, didn’t expect, little lady, you’ve indeed hidden quite some goodies."

Opening the trunk, the driver looked at its contents with glimmering eyes.

Seeing his greedy face, Chloe continued, "What I took from the Johnson Family is far more than this. So let me go, and I’ll pay you double whatever they’re offering."

"I trust your word, given the Johnson Family is the richest in the Capital Circle, and you’ve been involved with the Young Master Johnson for so long, no doubt you’ve collected some good things. But do you even know what they offered me?"

The driver closed the luggage, then shut the trunk, walking back over.

"What?" Chloe furrowed her brow.

"Two million." The driver held up two fingers.

"Ha, turns out I’m quite valuable, worth two million. Fine, they offered you two million, I’ll give you four; I said double. Take me to get the money now." Chloe chuckled bitterly.

She was still very afraid, but she had truly never thought her life would be worth so much.

It was possibly worth more than those fugitives with high bounties.

"Enough with the crap, and don’t think I’ll take you to get cash. Don’t assume I don’t know what you’re up to. I’ll wait right here, not going anywhere. Call someone to deliver it. Give me a number!"

The driver, very cautious, took out his phone and demanded Chloe’s number.

Chloe froze, her mind suddenly blank.

Whose number should she give?

Or whose number could she give?

Mom wasn’t around, the closest person to her now was Chloe Fletcher.

But if she gave Chloe Fletcher’s number, could she gather four million in such a short time?

Chloe Fletcher probably hasn’t faced such scenes, she’s likely as panicked and anxious as Chloe...

After much consideration, Chloe finally gave Alexander Johnson’s number.

"1383638..."

Truthfully, the moment she announced the number, Chloe was shocked herself.

She never thought that in this final moment, in the critical hour, the only person she could think of was Alexander Johnson.

And even more astonishing was when the call went through, but couldn’t be connected.

"Damn, you’re trying to trick me, stalling for time. Do you realize who I am? I started killing at six years old, and since then, the lives lost by my hands are countless. You’re courting death!"

The driver flew into rage instantly, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"