Chapter 12 A Rainy Night Fifteen Years ago

Annabelle Brock directly hung the accelerator to 200KM per hour, and the car was almost speeding.

Callan Clay has been staring at her with dark eyes, a series of clean and neat movements, completely different from the cute and weak appearance she pretended to be in marriage.

How much unknown side does this woman have?

He glanced sideways out of the window, the two cars were chasing after them, and suddenly crowded towards them in a parallel line, and there happened to be a narrow turning in front of them.

"Stop quickly and turn around." He ordered coldly.

Annabelle Brock didn't want to listen to him at first, but this is the only way now, if she continues to drive at this speed, the car will definitely fly out at the corner.

There was a hint of cruelty in her eyes that she didn't realize, and while slamming on the brakes, she turned the steering wheel 180 degrees to the left.