"Wang Meng, please drive faster!"
At that moment, inside the black Bentley heading toward the suburban Yuan family estate, Yuan Youwei clutched her phone, her beautiful face as cold as ice. Someone from her family had secretly sent her a message. It said that Yuan Lang and his family were causing a disturbance with a coffin and that they had the support of Yuan Xiangjun and Mr. Han Sr. Furthermore, the latter's intentions were even more sinister—they were plotting to forcibly seize the Yuan family's assets, worth hundreds of billions!
"Okay!"
From the driver's seat, Wang Meng nodded and slammed the gas pedal to the floor.
BOOM!
The black Bentley shot forward like a tiger unleashed from its cage.
"Miss, don't be afraid. With us here, that Han Tianba won't be able to run rampant!" Mrs. Xue growled, her expression grim.
She also served as the head of security for the Yuan family estate and had just received a flood of texts from her subordinates pleading for help.
