The force was so great that Meng Yue's face turned purple and blue, and the acute pain on her neck made her feel as if it were about to break.
The driver, glancing at Meng Yue's face through the rearview mirror, was so frightened he could barely keep the car steady, and quickly called out, "Chairman, if this continues, there will be trouble!"
Bai Zhengyuan, with a face grim as iron, looked at the pale and purple face of Meng Yue, who was now rolling her eyes back. In his heart, he even thought about ending her life right then and there—to be done with it!
But reason returned. Bai Zhengyuan let go of his grip and gritted his teeth, "Drive faster!"
The driver was terrified out of his wits. How could he dare delay any longer? He drove the car as fast as he could.
Stealing a glance through the rearview mirror, the driver noticed that Meng Yue seemed to be barely hanging on.
Not to mention her dreadful complexion, she was slumped over, motionless.
Had she... already died?
