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Chapter 895 Tracing Leslie
Chapter 895 Tracing Leslie
However, humans were born to have the desire for survival. Hence, Leslie wouldn't give up any chance
to escape.
He had dumped Catherine, although she was pregnant with his baby. He had never thought of her at
the moment of life or death.
The warm sunshine fell into the windows of the big villa on Platanus Road.
Several maids were watching Catherine. She was relatively free in the house but couldn't leave it.
Leslie paid the maids high salaries monthly, so they were arrogant.
"Eww..."
Catherine, in pajamas, lay prone on the toilet. With a hand planted on it, she covered her chest with the
other while she retched.
She looked pale. Her stomach was turning as if she would throw it up.
"Eww..."
All the maids were sitting on the sofa, glancing at the bathroom occasionally. However, they didn't look
tense or worried.
They all knew Catherine had only been pregnant but wasn't favored by Leslie, so they all looked down
on her.
"Why can't she lead a normal life?" a maid rolled her eyes and mumbled, "She became a man's
mistress without marrying him. No good ending."
Catherine's retching sound was heard from the bathroom again.
"Uh..." Another maid glanced at the bathroom worriedly. "Shall we report to Mr. Eastwood? Will she die
if she continues retching like this?"
"Right. She's pregnant." A maid frowned. "If something happens to the baby, we cannot reap the
consequences."
Mrs. Kerry also chimed in, "Morning sickness is normal for a pregnant woman, but she's throwing up for
a long time. It's abnormal." She didn't have the heart to sit and watch without doing anything.
A maid appreciated her polished nails and answered, "Why don't you call Mr. Eastwood? I won't call
him, anyway."
Although several maids were in the villa, they all wished to do fewer jobs.
Finally, Mr. Kerry dialed Leslie's number. After countless beeps, Leslie still didn't answer.
He was too busy escaping while drag racing to answer the call.
Three cars rushed to chase him. Leslie couldn't see any hope of escaping.
"Shit!" he cursed in a low voice.novelbin
The repeated ringing tone annoyed him, his face steely.
With a hand holding the steering wheel, he pulled out his phone and tossed it towards the passenger's
seat. It was broken, and the ringing tone stopped.
"Stop calling me!"
Suddenly, a truck appeared from the intersection ahead.
Leslie hurriedly withdrew his hand to grip the steering wheels with both hands. His eye pupils flared.
Immediately, he stepped on the brake.
Creak!
The vehicle lost balance with the loud, harsh sound from the tires, which made two black traces on the
road.
At the critical moment, Leslie closed his eyes, reading to die. However, his car stopped.
It stopped only half a yard from the truck instead of hitting it.
However, Leslie was half dead. When he opened his eyes, he paled while gasping for breath.
The truck bypassed the car and roared away.
After returning to his senses, Leslie was about to restart the engine. Eight vehicles surrounded him.
The doors were open. Several men hopped off and raised pistols to aim at Leslie.
Leslie couldn't keep calm any longer as he was frightened by the scene he had only seen in movies.
When he wanted to step on the gas and hit them, several police cars arrived on the scene.
Finally, at least fifty police cars surrounded Leslie to block his way.
"Get down!"
The man in the lead raised the pistol, pointing it against the window of the driver's sea. His eagle-sharp
was full of determination and fierceness, reminding Leslie of a predator.