Chapter 279: Can You Stand It?

The woman in the passenger seat screamed in terror. Initially, she found it exciting, but as Morgan’s driving grew increasingly reckless, she could no longer cope physically or mentally. She was thrown around, vomited, and soon fainted.

Morgan looked at the vomit in his car with disdain just as his phone rang. It was Mary. She urged him to come home, threatening that if he didn’t return soon and Wyatt found him, she wouldn’t help. The more she spoke, the more rebellious Morgan felt. He didn’t believe Wyatt would dare to hit him.

Throwing his phone down the cliff, Morgan slammed the gas pedal, speeding back onto flat ground. He immediately spotted Yunice lingering at the racetrack, unsure if she was waiting for or searching for someone. He opened the car door and kicked the terrified woman out of the passenger seat, then stepped out with a swagger.

Immediately, some staff rushed up, lifted the woman onto a stretcher, and quickly cleaned Morgan’s car. Morgan enjoyed seeking thrills and showing off, so he always had female companions in the passenger seat. But every female companion ended up like this because very few could actually risk their lives for him, and no one dared to go to such extremes. They had seen it all before, so they were skilled at handling such situations.

Yunice was disturbed by their actions, and her gaze followed them. She watched as the woman, covered in vomit, was lifted onto the stretcher, with a heart pacemaker trying to revive her heartbeat. No one cared whether she would survive or wake up. They treated her like an object, stuffing a thick stack of money—probably around 27 thousand dollars—into her clothes.

Yunice guessed that Morgan must have used money to entice these women to accompany him in risky behavior. What do rich people understand about the difficulty of earning a penny? In his eyes, these gold-digging women were just objects—if they died, so be it.

Her medical background compelled Yunice to walk closer. Yunice had heard that Morgan was a reckless man, often violent, and had even killed a woman before. He had even been involved in lawsuits. But now, he was fine—clearly, Wyatt must have used his influence to cover up his past. Why does Wyatt have to help someone like him?

Just as Yunice was only a few steps away from the woman whose fate was unknown, a shadow suddenly fell over her head.

Jordan’s expression changed as well. He feared that Morgan might forget his previous lesson and act recklessly again.

Yunice looked up, meeting Morgan’s sinister gaze. Morgan stood with his hands on his hips, his racing suit wrinkled. He turned to give Yunice another glance, seemingly making a decision.

Yunice took the initiative and said, “What are you up to again?”

Morgan scoffed.

Yunice continued, “Before you do something bad, think carefully if you can bear Wyatt’s wrath.”

Morgan stopped laughing, his expression cold as he stared at Yunice, looking as if he could devour her.

From the watchtower, Wyatt came down quickly, ordering Jordan to call Morgan. When the call went through, they discovered Morgan had ignored it; he had already thrown his phone down the cliff.

On the racetrack, Yunice was forcibly pressed into the passenger seat of Morgan’s car. As soon as she hadn’t managed to escape, Morgan jumped in, starting the engine. The wind howled around them as the car raced, the strong wind making it hard to breathe.

What kind of idiot uses a convertible for a race? Yunice’s hair flew wildly in the wind as she struggled to breathe, holding tightly onto her seatbelt.

Morgan drove up the mountain road, laughing maniacally as he said, “I’m curious, does a person know how to be afraid? Will a crazy person piss themselves like that useless woman? Hahaha!”

Laughing wildly, he slammed down on the accelerator, pushing the speedometer to its limit.

Wyatt quickly walked down the mountain, his eyes scanning the road ahead. He saw Morgan’s car making a sharp turn and driving up the back of the mountain.

Morgan’s friends saw Wyatt and instantly became terrified. “Mr.—Mr. Cooper…this has nothing to do with us; it’s Mr. Morgan who dragged us here…”

Wyatt’s sharp gaze swept across the crowd, but he didn’t see Yunice. He had only been off the tower for two minutes, and there was no way Yunice could have left so quickly. His gaze returned to the mountain road. The next second, he opened a car door and jumped in.

“Wyatt!” Jordan shouted in surprise, but before he could finish, the car roared past him, narrowly missing his clothes.