Holding his breath, Mitchel extended his long legs, attempting to hook onto the car's door frame.

However, the car's sudden jolt nearly threw Mitchel off balance due to inertia.

After failing in his initial attempt, Mitchel took a few deep breaths and shifted tactics, climbing from the door up onto the roof.

Raegan's face paled with terror.

Realizing her pleas were futile, she gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on the steering wheel, striving to keep the car steady.

Finally, with a "bang," Mitchel vaulted onto the roof of the car and swiftly climbed through the sunroof into the car.

Raegan's face, still pale with shock, betrayed her unease.

Mitchel wanted to embrace her, but seeing the countdown timer, he held back. He quickly connected a device and then spoke into a Bluetooth earpiece, addressing Matteo, "How's it going?"

Within moments, Matteo's anxious voice crackled through, "Mr. Dixon, there are explosives!"

Mitchel's heart sank.

Matteo continued, “They're under the driver's seat, enough to level a skyscraper."

Under the driver's seat? Mitchel's typically composed demeanor turned ashen. Luckily, Raegan hadn't moved from her seat.

"How do we handle this?" Mitchel's voice was cold and controlled.

"The safety team is discussing options, Mr. Dixon," Matteo replied, his voice strained with anxiety.

Support had arrived, and Matteo, now relieved of driving duties, had forwarded the SUV's data to the safety team for strategizing.

With Mitchel by her side, Raegan felt a bit less terrified than before. “Are the explosives real?" she asked.

Raegan had only heard that mysterious man mention it, yet she couldn't ignore the possibility that it might simply be a tactic to frighten her.

Mitchel paused briefly before responding honestly, “Yes, they are.”

Raegan visibly shuddered, fear evident in her eyes. Faced with the imminent threat of death, it was only natural for her to be scared.

Mitchel felt a pang of empathy for her. “They're working on a solution. Don't be afraid. I'll stay with you."