When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey) novel Chapter 212

Chapter 192

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Elvis didn’t know how fast he was driving. When the truck sped over, Elvis felt his eyes sting as the light from the truck was directly on his face.

When Elvis was younger, he had been in several life–threatening situations, and even when he came face–to–face with death, he was without fear. But now, his eyes widened and his big hand quickly turned on the steering wheel, trying to save himself.

He really didn’t want to die anymore. He now had Olive and she was his reason to stay alive.

Before Elvis met Olive, he did not realize how bad his illness was. But once Olive came into his life, he began to crave wellness. All he sought was to improve himself and become a better version of himself.

However, none or his desire materialized yet. Elvis slammed the steering wheel, and the Roll Royce Phantom slid past the truck. Elvis’s car crashed into the street light, sending sparks all the way down. The Rolls–Royce Phantom was a world–class luxurious car. It’s defense resistance was best in the event of an accident. Although the front of the car was damaged, Elvis escaped death.

Elvis sat behind the steering wheel, his body had fallen apart from the violent collision. His vision was black, and he could see nothing.

People swiftly rushed over and opened the driver’s door.

“Mister, can you hear me?”

Elvis’s ears were buzzing. He did not respond to their questions.

“Sir, we’ve already called the ambulance, they’ll be here soon.”

Everyone stared at Elvis. He was dressed in a black suit. Although he had just gotten into a car accident, he was still rigorous and expensive.

Elvis body was now covered in blood, as it could not be deciphered where he was injured.

In the faces of the rescuers, Elvis was very persistent in his search for something.

“Sir, are you looking for your phone?” One of the rescuers inquired.

A woman handed Elvis the phone that had fallen when the door was opened.

Elvis collected the phone and quickly dailed Olive’s number.

Olive answered the call and her sweet voice passed over,

“Hello, Mr. Augustine.”

Laughter followed, as Divine said,

“Olive, is it Mr. Augustine calling? It seems that president Augustine is very clingy.”

Elvis raised his pale lips and called out in a low voice,

“Olive.”

Olive hastily heard the abnormality in his volce. She excused herself and went to a more quite place. Once she was sure that she was alone, she asked nervously,

“Mr. Augustine, what’s wrong with you? Why do you sound that way?”

“Olive, come over, okay?” Elvis clutched his phone and mumbled.

“Mr. Augustine, what’s wrong with you? Where are you now?”