Return Of The Heiress For Revenge - Chapter 521

Chapter 521: Find Her!
Nora’s breath came in sharp, shallow gasps as she pushed the unconscious man off her lap. She bent and picked up her phone from his pockets. She dialled the Alric number with her memories but it did not connect like before.

Cursing, she dialled Max hoping he would pick it up at least. Her arms trembled with pain and her chest heaved. black spots danced at the edges of her vision as she tried to sit up. She clutched the broken phone in her other hand, the cool glass biting into her palm as she dragged herself toward the driver’s side. The call was cut without being picked up. Could her luck be any worse?

“Stay awake, stay awake!” She kept whispering in her mind, even as the nausea curled tighter in her stomach.

Her fingers fumbled with the keys still in the ignition. The engine had died. She turned it once but it did not work. When she tried again it was a slow churn, but not enough. Her head drooped forward against the steering wheel.

“No,” she groaned, forcing herself to straighten up.

This time, she stomped on the brake, turned the key harder, and the car finally roared back to life.

She didn’t think twice, she just drove.

The tires screeched against gravel, then caught traction as she hit the narrow road again. Her eyes were watery, her lashes sticky with sweat, but she focused on the road ahead, swaying slightly as the trees zipped past. Her body screamed for rest, but she clenched her jaw and kept pushing the accelerator.

Behind her, headlights flickered into view. And that is when she noticed that she was being followed. Three sleek black cars had emerged at some point from the curve in the road and were now increasing their speed toward her.

Her pulse thudded in her ears. She slammed her foot down harder, the car jolting forward dangerously on the winding path. Trees on both sides blurred into shadows. She knew she couldn’t outrun them for long.

“Come on just a little further,” she whispered to herself.

The road ahead was barely lit. Her vision blurred again, but she spotted a turn toward the dark alley. It had an old dirt trail that cut off sharply through the trees. She yanked the wheel to the left. The tires skidded violently before catching the dirt path. Branches whipped the windshield and a glass pane broke. The broken glass smashed inside and hurt her but she kept going.

Behind her, the black cars hesitated at the turn. It hardly had space for one car moving, forget about the three. She was losing them, but not all. One still followed her closely.

Nora drove until the car jolted to a halt near a small slope. Smoke hissed from the front. The engine had given out. Her head spun, her legs weak.

She grabbed her bag, ripped the remaining cloth from her torn dress to use as a makeshift bandage where she had cut herself earlier. Every movement felt like a mountain, but her survival instincts screamed louder. Nora stumbled into the woods.

Branches snagged her hair. Twigs cut her arms. Her breathing grew heavier and she was hardly able to see around her, but she didn’t stop.

Behind her, she could already hear the faint noises of her followers

“Search the area!”

“She couldn’t have gone far!”

Nora’s knees gave way near a cluster of thick trees. She crouched low, pulling the blanket from her bag and tossing it into a different direction, a false trail. Then she crawled behind a fallen log, clenching her jaw to stifle the sob that threatened to rise.

Her hand moved slowly to the driver’s phone again. Though it did not have any number saved, she still remembered a few. She randomly pressed the numbers based on her memory and hoped that it could still connect the call. She dialled Natalie, Ana and then Max.

Her body finally gave in to the heaviness, her head dropping to her chest, but her fingers still curled tightly around the phone. She laid on the ground and covered herself completely with mud. Since it was late at night, the woods were full of darkness. It would be hard for them to find her as long as she could control her breathing. Or so she hoped.

Finally the call was connected, she could hear the faint whispers.

“Save me..” she whispered in a low voice, collecting her strength. “I am at the outskirts of the city toward Broham highway.”

She strained to listen, praying for a reply but the signal was weak, broken. All she could hear was intermittent hissing and faint, distant voices that blurred into noise. Was it Natalie? Ana? Max? She couldn’t tell. A part of her wanted to weep in frustration, but she swallowed the emotion down, afraid the smallest sound might give her away.

Suddenly, a beam of light sliced through the trees. Making her freeze. She heard the boots crunched on dried leaves.

“She has to be nearby.” Nora curled tighter behind the fallen log, burying her face in her muddy arm as another voice barked out, closer this time, “Find out! Check under the trees, she is bleeding and has taken drugs. She won’t have gone far away. Look for her trails. If we missed her this time, the boss would not leave anyone alive.”

The flashlight beam swept past her once, then again. It paused just a few feet away. Nora’s breath hitched. She didn’t dare inhale fully. Her lungs screamed, her heart pounded so loudly she was sure they could hear it.

On the phone, more static buzzed. Then a sudden voice of Max’s cut through, warped by the signal. “—ra? Nora! Where—are you?”

She couldn’t reply. The searchers were too close now.Another set of footsteps crunched from the opposite side.

“She is smart. Might be trying to double back.”

“Then check the ridge. You two, sweep west!”

A flashlight beam flashed directly across the log now, just inches above her head.

“Nora are you there?”