The woman turned around. Alex Rockefeller didn’t need to guess to know that her gaze was as cold as ice beneath those sunglasses.

“What did you say?” The woman asked coldly.

“I told you to stop the car,” Alex said after a moment of silence.

His car was accelerating as he spoke.

Suddenly, he crashed his car into the woman’s BMW from the side. She was forced to stop as her car knocked into the guardrails. The woman looked forward. Coincidentally, she saw a car driving madly past a junction. With a high-speed drift, it skidded across the road and knocked a small, black car over before disappearing into traffic.

Alex happened to witness it as well.

He was slightly stunned. He wondered to himself why there were so many suicidal drivers today.

But when he saw the woman in the BMW slamming her hands against the steering wheel, he seemed to have figured out what was going on.

Bang!

The woman kicked her door open and walked out of her car in a bikini. She wasn’t even wearing shoes. The