Chapter 131 Does It Really Matter Who Kills Her?

In the next instant, the sound of gunfire never came. Celeste had already flipped over and jumped out the window. She landed gracefully on the ground below, quickly got to her feet, and strode toward the exit without glancing back. Oddly enough, seeing her slip away like that, Nathaniel felt an unexpected wave of relief wash over him. He forced himself to shake off the chaotic emotions swirling in his mind and, without hesitation, followed after her, his footsteps quick and determined. Two cars sped out of the mansion, one after the other. Celeste was behind the wheel of an SUV, pushing its high-performance engine to the limit as she raced down the highway. But Nathaniel wasn't far behind. His Rolls-Royce tailed her relentlessly, always maintaining a ten-meter distance, like a shadow that refused to be shaken. He hadn't fired a shot, but neither could Celeste easily lose him. Her only option was to push the pedal down, accelerating faster and faster, until they reached the cit