Henley's gaze hardened as he watched the blue luxury vehicle in the rearview mirror, his face a mask of cold ruthlessness.

“If I can't best him this time, we'll die together!" Henley declared chillingly.

“What the hell! Do you lose it?" Raegan was absolutely dumbfounded.

"Henley, have you lost your mind? I don't want to die with you!"

What did he mean by that? Why would she succumb to such a fate?

Yet, Henley turned to her, his smile grim. “You're right. We'll survive this together."

Boom. All of a sudden, he sped up the car at full speed.

Approaching a sharp U-turn, Henley abruptly changed lanes, attempting to overturn the blue Luxury vehicle.

Mitchel reacted swiftly, steering sharply to avoid a collision, his car skidding to a halt.

Having given in because Raegan was still in Henley's car, Mitchel cursed himself for falling for Henley's ploy.

As Mitchel prepared to drive again, a loud crash echoed.

Henley's car had collided with a pier at high speed.

Suddenly, Mitchel's complexion went ashen, a deep fear gripping him from within. His hands, clutching the steering wheel, trembled uncontrollably.

He attempted to stand twice but couldn't find the strength to get to his feet.

Struggling to stand, he punched his leg to regain focus and bolted from his car.

Henley's car was wrecked, the front crumpled, airbags deployed, and fuel leaking. The situation grew dangerous!

Mitchel, frantic, wrenched the door open and froze at the sight.

Henley, bloodied, shielded Raegan with his body, impaled by the fence's reinforcements.

Raegan, in shock, was carefully extracted by Mitchel. She seemed mostly unharmed, the blood on her clothes not her own.

A few moments later, it dawned on Raegan that Henley had saved her at the crucial moment.