Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 337

Just then, the man on the ground coughed violently, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the pavement.

The sight of it startled Evangeline, and she instinctively moved to get out of the car.

But with her hand on the handle, she froze.

Something was wrong.

Getting out of the car right now would be a mistake. Staying in the car was safer. Whether she'd struck him was almost irrelevant—their presence here was suspicious enough to make the risk too high.

Even if she had struck him, the blood suggested internal injuries, and moving an injured person could be dangerous. If this was a trap, getting out would put her in immediate peril.

Forcing herself to remain calm, Evangeline thought for a few seconds and decided to stay inside the car. She ignored the man yelling at her to get out and instead sent a quick text before pulling up the footage from her car's dashcam.

She watched the recording twice. She had braked in time, not touching him at all.

The man had simply timed his fall to coincide with her car's approach, even glancing at her license plate just before he went down.

This was an ambush, carefully set up just for her. A cold sweat broke out on her back.

Seeing that she wasn't getting out, the other man seemed to realize his plan had failed and circled around to try the rear door. Fortunately, she had a habit of keeping her doors locked.

With a vicious curse, the man started pounding on the window with his elbow.

*Thump—*

The heavy impact echoed inside the car.

Evangeline slammed her foot on the accelerator, but as the car lurched forward, she spotted a spike strip laid across the road ahead.

Driving over it would blow her tires, leaving her stranded and vulnerable. It was clear they had come prepared.

Evangeline shook her head. "You got here just in time."

Any later, and she couldn't imagine what would have happened. Her gaze fell on the two men being held down. "Who sent you?" she demanded.

Now that she could see them clearly, she realized they were in their thirties or forties, their eyes shifting nervously.

They didn't look like professional killers.

They didn't even try to resist, their heads bowed in fear as the bodyguards held them fast.

"She asked you a question. Speak!" one of the bodyguards said, kicking one of the men.

The man stammered, his eyes darting around. "Nobody sent us. We… we just wanted some money."