Chapter 85: 85:Crash

With heavy regret, Suri can only give up after all she can't push someone so strongly, or did she have to stoop so low to use seduction on someone now?

Evan was like stone, who for the whole moment sat indifferently. He seemed more focused on eating the desert and drinking coffee than her proposal itself.

Getting up, after paying for the bills, both of them got away but at the very next moment, a woman who sat nearby while looking around froze as she noticed something.

"HUH! Isn't that Suri...And who is..."

Words got stuck in her throat and her eyes widened for a moment. The back, the walk was completely similar to past figures of her husband.

It had a striking resemblance and similarity.

A very painful memory of the past flashed in her eyes and gripped her heart tightly. The past where her children were taken away was like a cord wrapped around her neck.

Her hysteria flared up. Even if the man might not be what she thought of she couldn't let go of hope and immediately without a second thought, she hurried towards the counter, her heart pounding with a blend of anticipation and nervousness.

She needed to know the man's identity who was there, and if possible, she could take a look at the face of the person.

Sadly, the person had already gotten away so she could only look for the reception.

As she approached the reception, her urgency was met with indifference.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't disclose information about our guests nor can I show you with the camera," the receptionist insisted politely, maintaining a professional demeanour.

The woman's frustration grew, her voice rising slightly. "But you don't understand. That man over there is someone I need to find."

"He is someone I need to speak to urgently."

The receptionist remained firm. "I apologise, ma'am, but I can't help you."

The woman's temper flared, her status and she shouted "Do you know who I am?" she demanded, her voice carrying across the room. "I won't stand for this!"

She knew that she was being unreasonable but she had to.

The commotion attracted the attention of other patrons and staff. Murmurs spread, and soon the manager appeared, trying to diffuse the situation.

Noticing the woman, the manager's expression became pale."

"Miss Claire...."

"Call your boss!"An authoritative voice erupted.

"But Miss..."

However, Claire was adamant. She wouldn't leave until she had some answers.

"Call George immediately and tell him. Claire Mahajan is here"

Mahajan...

Everyone gasped in shock hearing the surname. After all, you would be an idiot if you didn't hear the name of the 11th richest family in the world.

[Right?]

The system gave up after getting no explanation.

It seems some single dogs deserve to be single.

[Host, you should consider as Su...Nevermind...]

'Huh!What are we saying?'Evan was startled by the system 's sudden pause and wanted to pray further when his smartphone rang.

It was a call from Aria so he picked up quickly.

"Hello!"

"Yeah, everything went well. There weren't any problems but Suri did something that made me think as if she was playing a prank."

"You want to know...Just let me arrive. I can't say one phone."

"I will be reaching...Shit..."

His words caught in his throat as he saw a speeding truck changing the lane and toiling in their direction.

"FUCKKK!"

"Uncle left....Left...Le..."

Evan roared and screamed while reaching his hands toward the steering wheel as he saw the cab driver almost lose his soul in panic and his body trembled fright.

Evan even wondered if the person's soul left due to a heart attack.

"Go left....."

Sadly, the wheel seemed to be turning wildly.

Startled, Evan jerked his head up just in time to see headlights bearing down on him. It was a massive truck, hurtling towards him at an alarming speed. Panic surged on him as he instinctively swerved to the side, but it was too late.

With a deafening crash, the truck slammed into the side of Evan's car, sending it spinning wildly across the asphalt. The impact was like a thunderclap followed by the sound of metal screeching and glass shattering.

Time seemed to slow as Evan's car skidded off the road, flipping over violently before slamming to a stop with a bone-jarring crash.

Inside, Evan was tossed around like a ragdoll. The airbags exploded with a loud whoosh, filling the car with dust and deflated nylon.

Evan felt a sharp pain in his side and tasted blood in his mouth. He tried to move, but every part of him ached fiercely. His vision flickered, struggling to stay focused as he fought to stay awake.

Despite the agony and shock, Evan's quick reflexes and sheer luck led to a sudden transition. As the car flipped, his body was flung out through the broken window. He slammed hard onto the road with his body skidding along the asphalt, but he managed to avoid being crushed further by the wreckage.

Lying there, bloodied and battered, Evan's vision grew dim. The cold asphalt felt distant as darkness began to close in.

Amid the chaos, he heard distant shouts and the rising wail of sirens.

Outside, emergency responders rushed to the scene with loud screams. Smoke poured from the wrecked vehicles, mingling with the cold night air.

His breathing became shallow and ragged, and just before he lost consciousness, he could barely make out the frantic movements of the emergency responders rushing toward him. Then, everything faded to black.