Chapter 429

When Anne finally came to her senses, fury surged through her. She shoved the car door open, ready to get out and give the other driver a piece of her mind. But the moment she opened the door and unbuckled her seat belt, before she could even step out, the driver from behind was already at her side. Without a word, she reached in and yanked at her roughly. "What are you doing?" Anne shouted, stunned by the woman's aggression. But her protest was cut short as the stranger dragged her from the driver's seat and dumped her onto the pavement. Before she could even process what was happening, three more women came out of the other car, followed by a man from the passenger side. Tattoos snaked across their arms. Their hair, makeup, and clothes screamed nightclub delinquent—women who lived on cheap cigarettes, cheap liquor, and no real job. "You—who the hell are you?" Anne stammered, sprawled on the ground as they approached with sneers and contempt. The dim, isolated road suddenly felt