Chapter 419

The sunlight glared harshly as Linda Lombardi strutted down the center of the road with her son Tyler in tow.

"Mom, watch out!" Tyler suddenly yanked her sleeve.

"What's there to fear?" Linda rolled her eyes. "Truck drivers are terrified of hitting pedestrians. They'll swerve."

The truck approached slowly, closing the distance.

Just as they expected the driver to brake, the engine roared violently. The vehicle accelerated straight toward them.

"Mom—" Tyler's legs buckled, his voice cracking with terror.

Linda reacted instantly, yanking her son onto the sidewalk. The truck grazed their clothes as it barreled past.

"Are you blind?!" Linda sprang up, screaming. "You accelerated when you saw us! Got a death wish?"

She stormed back into the road, hands on her hips. "You're not leaving until you pay up! Fifty grand, minimum!"

Tyler immediately collapsed onto the pavement, clutching his chest. "Mom... my heart hurts..."

The truck rolled to a stop.

The window lowered, revealing the driver's face beneath a baseball cap. A cold smirk twisted his lips before he slammed the gas pedal.

Tires screeched against asphalt.

Linda's curses died in her throat.

Tyler's eyes widened as the truck hurtled toward them again.

......

In the penthouse office of Evans Corporation, Nathan Evans stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, fingertips tapping the glass.

His phone vibrated.

"It's done?" His voice was ice.

A pause. "They're still alive."

Nathan's gaze darkened. "Why?"

"Too many surveillance cameras downtown—"

"Payment halved." He ended the call.

Turning toward his desk, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the truck driver removed his cap, wiping sweat from his brow.

His phone rang.

"Intel checks out," he muttered. "Nathan Evans really wants those two dead... When do I get the rest?"

A chuckle echoed through the receiver. "Already transferred."

The driver grinned at the $50,000 notification.

This job was worth every penny.