The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 698

Two hours after their high-octane ordeal began, the car finally completed its twentieth lap, screeching back to its starting point.

As soon as the locks clicked open, Jay and Emerson felt a glimmer of hope pierce through their exhaustion. Though their limbs were as weak as jelly, they wasted no time pushing the doors open and stumbling out.

The two-hour adrenaline rush had left Jay's stomach in knots. Bent over by the roadside, he heaved until he was a mess.

Emerson wasn't faring much better, slumped on the curb, his face ghostly pale.

Grady stayed in the car, watching the brothers with a fleeting smirk of disdain. Messing with the Davis family called for more severe consequences, but this punishment was relatively mild.

His assistant strode over to Jay and Emerson, towering over them with a blank expression. "So, how'd it feel, thinking the brakes had failed?"

Jay, starting to regain his composure, braced himself on his knees and bit his lip. "What you did was illegal," he managed to say.

"Bro, just let it go," Emerson quickly interjected.

The assistant chuckled. "Seems like you're still a bit dazed. Need a few more laps to clear your head?"

Jay immediately shut up, the memory of their brush with death still too vivid to tempt fate again.

"It was all me. I messed with the car. My brother had nothing to do with it. Please, let him go," Emerson pleaded, his voice shaking.

Jay turned to his brother, eyes wide. "Sunny, what are you saying..."