Chapter 421: Third Young Master Didn't Fall for the Trap

Boom boom, the propeller stirred up a huge gust of wind.

The man with the camera on the private helicopter yelled, "Are we still racing? Mr. Brook's car is almost at the finish line!"

"If you keep going, I'll jump off this cliff!"

Anna Jadwin let go of her grip, eyes filled with tears and a hint of obsession.

Raphael Bailey's lips moved as he rubbed her hair, "Idiot."

Who asked the idiot to chase after him with no regard for her life? Who asked the idiot to rush into the street and nearly get hit by a car?

And the mud all over her, rolling down from the mountain, scared him like he had almost died once.

Of all people in the world, he was the one who didn't know what to do with her.

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When Raphael Bailey drove Anna Jadwin back, she requested him to drive at the lowest speed, like a turtle slowly crawling back.

The woman sitting in the passenger seat was more important than his own life, so he drove with utmost care.