Spoiled by My Ex's Uncle

Chapter 9 Being Hunted

Since both of them had been drinking, neither could drive.

Fortunately, Kate had arranged for a designated driver ahead of time.

Originally, she planned to drop Viola off first, but her family called, urgently summoning her home, leaving her no choice but to leave quickly.

"Viola, my brother's put out an APB on me! If I'm not home in half an hour, I'm toast! Make sure to text me when you get home safely, okay?" Kate said from inside the car, clasping her hands together in a gesture of apology.

Viola gave her a helpless smile. "Got it, just go."

After Kate left, Viola waited for a cab, but five or six minutes passed with no sign of a car.

Most of the people who frequented this area were either wealthy or had their own drivers, so it was rare for taxis or ride-shares to be around.

The autumn wind was biting.

As the cold air whipped across her face and crept through the gaps in her clothes, Viola instinctively hugged her arms around herself for warmth.

Suddenly, the low hum of an engine caught her attention, and a sleek Maybach pulled up in front of her.

The back window rolled down, revealing the cold, aloof face of Arthur.

Viola was surprised. 'Hasn't he already left? What is he still doing here?'

Arthur set aside the laptop he'd been working on and turned his head slightly, his tone gentlemanly. "Ms. Abbott, would you like a ride?"

The wind was getting colder by the minute, seeping into her bones.

If it had been anyone else offering, she might have accepted without hesitation. But with Arthur being Bruno's uncle, and her being Bruno's soon-to-be ex-wife, getting into his car seemed like a bad idea.

"Thank you, Mr. Burton, but that won't be necessary," Viola replied politely, offering a small smile.

In Lagos City, Arthur held immense influence. Even though Viola had been married to Bruno for three years, she'd had few interactions with him. After some hesitation, she decided to address him as "Mr. Burton."

Seeing that he didn't seem displeased by her choice of address, she relaxed slightly.

Without pushing the issue, Arthur nodded and gestured to the driver to pull away.

Just as the driver was about to start the engine, the quiet night was suddenly pierced by the sharp c***k of gunfire!

Reacting instantly, Arthur pushed the door open. "Get in!"

Without a second thought, Viola jumped into the car and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Drive!" Arthur ordered, his voice firm and steady.

Glancing into the rearview mirror, Viola spotted four or five black cars following them.

Arthur, remaining calm, said, "My car is bulletproof. Don't worry."

Viola frowned. 'Could this night get any worse?'

"So, are they here for you?"

"Most likely."

Viola was speechless.

'Great.' She shouldn't have gotten into the car. Actually, she shouldn't have gotten involved with him at all. Now she was stuck in a situation she had no business being in.

Suddenly, a bullet shattered the window beside her.

Arthur grabbed her, pulling her close to him.

It was the first time she'd ever been this close to a strange man, and an inexplicable panic rose in her chest.

She tried to shift away from him, "Didn't you say this car was bulletproof?"

Arthur picked up the spent bullet casing from the seat, his voice cold. "These aren't ordinary bullets. They were custom-made to penetrate the armor on this car."

Viola suddenly grasped the severity of the situation.

Arthur was a powerful figure, and while he had his share of enemies, none of them had ever dared to cause such a commotion. The fact that the attackers were using custom bullets meant they had come prepared and were likely not small players themselves.

As the cars behind them closed in, ready to trap them, Viola set her jaw and said, "Mr. Burton, have your driver step aside. I'll drive."

Before marrying Bruno, Viola had been an avid racing enthusiast. She frequently raced with friends in the countryside and had even competed in professional events, consistently placing first. Although it had been a few years since she last raced—having put it aside to fulfill her role as a dutiful wife—she was confident that she could still outmaneuver their pursuers.

Arthur raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. He simply instructed the driver, "Once we hit the straight stretch ahead, switch seats with Ms. Abbott."

The driver nodded, flooring the gas to create some distance from the cars tailing them. Once they reached the straight road, he quickly swapped places with Viola.

The moment she took the wheel, Viola gripped it firmly, her foot pressing hard on the accelerator. The car darted forward like a fish weaving through turbulent waters, dodging obstacles with ease.

Meanwhile, Arthur reached under the seat and pulled out a custom-made firearm.

Without hesitation, he rolled down the window and leaned halfway out of the car, his eyes cold and sharp as he began firing with deadly precision.

Through the rearview mirror, Viola caught sight of him and instinctively made a sharp turn, executing a flawless drift. The bullets aimed at Arthur missed completely as the car spun gracefully out of their path.

As for Arthur—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

His aim was deadly accurate. With several well-placed shots, he managed to hit multiple men in the trailing cars. One car's driver, fatally struck, lost control of the vehicle, sending it careening into the guardrail. It flipped over, smoke billowing, teetering on the edge of an explosion.

Seizing the opportunity, Viola floored the gas, expertly weaving through traffic and sideswiping several of the cars that had closed in on them. Some were knocked off course, but despite her skillful driving, more cars joined the chase, their bullets still flying.

As they sped ahead, even more vehicles joined in, blocking their path.

Viola's face tightened as she glanced into the rearview mirror.

"There are too many of them! And if I'm right, there's a dead end up ahead. If we keep going like this, we'll all be cornered!" she said, her voice tense.

"Give me a g*n!" she demanded, eyes focused.

Without hesitation, Arthur tossed her a custom-made weapon, not bothering to ask how she knew how to use it.

"There's a large iron post up ahead, suspended by cables. When we pass it, we'll shoot at the same time—you take the left, I'll take the right," he instructed calmly.

The cold wind rushed through the open windows, sending Viola's hair flying wildly, but it couldn't shake the steely determination on her face.

A minute later, they sped past the iron post. In unison, they turned and fired, cutting the cables in one shot.

With a resounding crash, the iron post fell, blocking the road behind them and stopping the pursuing cars dead in their tracks.

Just as they thought they'd made their escape, a group of dozens of armed men appeared ahead, rifles raised and aimed at their car.

One of them stepped forward, addressing Arthur coldly. "Arthur, step out of the car."