A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 632

The driver didn't care about her hysterical screaming.

He worked directly under Rex, which meant he had far fewer moral boundaries than the people employed by Laurel or Jesse.

Rex's entire philosophy in life boiled down to a single principle: as long as he got his way, nothing else mattered.

The driver executed this philosophy perfectly. He didn't panic; he simply hit the brakes and smoothly pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Within seconds, three or four cars behind them pulled over in perfect synchronization, boxing them in.

Marcia realized with a sickening jolt that Rex hadn't just sent one man to escort her. He had systematically cut off every possible escape route.

Even if she fought this driver to the death, she wasn't getting out of here.

Catching the pure terror on her face, the driver spoke with maddening slowness. "Ms. Carson, if you refuse to cooperate, I'll have no choice but to call Wyatt to come pick you up himself."

"You should know exactly what kind of man he is. Logically speaking, marrying into his family is a massive step up for you. If you keep acting this difficult and acting like you're too good for him, I can guarantee your life is going to be a living hell once he finds out..."

"I'll go!"

Just the thought of Wyatt's sadistic rage made the hair on Marcia's arms stand up. She bit her lower lip so hard she nearly drew blood.

Closing her eyes in defeat, her breaths came out in shaky, ragged gasps. It took her a long time to finally force the words out. "I'll go."

After all, she was carrying Wyatt's baby.

He wouldn't dare do anything reckless before the child was born...

This baby was her ultimate shield.

The Crest family was undeniably one of the most prominent, wealthy names in Vistapeak City. Their ancestral estate sat on some of the most expensive real estate in the city.

Wyatt wasn't married, and since he was just an illegitimate son, it made sense that he was clinging to the main estate, banking on whatever lingering affection his grandparents had for him to secure a bigger piece of the inheritance.

When they arrived at the Crest Estate, Marcia looked out at the opulent, sprawling European-style mansion. For a fleeting second, the crippling anxiety in her chest vanished.

In some ways, the Crests were just as powerful as the Atwaters.

The only downside was that Wyatt wasn't the sole heir, and his face was horribly disfigured by burn scars.

Still, at least Wyatt wasn't like Frank, who was completely obsessed with that bitch, Elissa.

As long as she played her cards right and kept Wyatt happy, she'd still have the power to make Elissa's life a living nightmare...

Just as she steadied her thoughts, a massive entourage spilled out of the mansion to greet her.

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