Chapter 139
Sebastian froze, memories flooding back to that night years ago.
Back then, he had just taken over the Noxen Group. His position was far from secure, and countless ambitious vultures within the company were ere his seat, scheming in the shadows to drag him down.
After several failed attempts, and with Sebastian clearly beginning to gain control over the business,
turned to the most extreme solution–murder for hire.
their desperation escalated. That was when they
Just like something ripped from the pages of a crime novel, they found the perfect candidate–a man dying of pancreatic cancer, with nothing left to lose He took the money and waited along the route Sebastian would take back from a business trip, planning to stage a deadly car crash.
At the time, Sebastian and Maxine were newly married. After landing, he met up with his driver, Seth Reese, at the airport, and they headed home.
He was on the phone with Maxine when it happened. She had just learned everything had gone smoothly overseas, and her voice was brimming with joy. “Where are you now?” she asked with a smile. “I saw this amazing restaurant on Maple Road the other day–let’s go together?”
Coincidentally, they were just passing that road. Sebastian told Seth to make a U–turn and drop him off nearby.
Maple Road was usually quiet, and even so, Seth cautiously came to a complete stop to check for oncoming traffic. Only after confirming it was clear did he start turning the wheel.
That was when it came–out of nowhere, a white sedan barreled toward them from the far end of the road, not even attempting to brake before slamming straight into their vehicle.
The impact was deafening. Sebastian’s body jerked violently to the side and was snapped back by the seatbelt.
His head slammed into the backrest with a sickening thud, pain exploding at the base of his skull. The phone in his hand went flying. When he finally regained a sense of direction, he realized he was hanging upside down, suspended by the seatbelt, blood rushing to his head.
He tried to move, but a sharp, searing pain shot through his body. The air reeked of blood and oil. Something in him screamed danger–this car could go up in flames any second.
His instincts kicked in. He fumbled for the seatbelt, but the frame had warped from the crash. His arm was pinned awkwardly, too weak to help.
A warm trickle ran down his scalp–blood. He knew he was in serious trouble. The only reason he was still conscious was likely due to sheer adrenaline. But that wouldn’t last.
If he didn’t get help soon, blood loss or internal injuries would take him.
“Seth…” he called weakly, but there was no response from the driver’s seat. Seth, already older, must have passed out from the collision.
After several failed attempts to free himself, Sebastian finally gave up, his arm dropping limply to his side.
This wasn’t an accident. No one needed to tell him that. The whole setup had been far too calculated.
He just couldn’t believe those bastards had gone this far. To actually stage a hit like this, it was monstrous.
As the ringing in his ears began to fade, he heard voices outside. The crash had drawn a crowd; people were gathering, some trying to help.
His heart pounded as he thought, ‘Is Maxine okay? Has the noise scared her? Did she know what had happened? And if I died here his, what would
become of her?‘
Time crawled by. Drowsiness crept in like a rising tide, overwhelming his senses. Deep down, Sebastian knew–he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
