Finding Carter Carter And Crash 소설 & 이야기

“What did you say? Evan was in a serious car accident?” Jimmy nodded, searched for the news on his phone, and handed it to me. “Yes, I heard Mr. Carter was almost dead when he was sent to the hospital. He is probably already dead now.” I hurriedly snatched the phone from Jimmy and read the news. I know that the news of Evan Carter’s accident was true, as it was already a trending topic. Gasping, I fell back into my chair. I could not help myself. “That’s impossible. How is this possible?”

Someone in the crowd recognized the person stepping out of the lead vehicle and gasped. “How on earth is this nightmare here…” The person stopped in front of me, her voice ice-cold. “Which car did you want smashed?”

He reloaded again, fingers steady despite the knot in his chest. “Stay with it, Carlton,” he muttered, lining up another shot. The car swayed as Carlton fought to keep it on course, his blood-slick hands slipping on the wheel. “We’re not stopping,” he ground out, pained. “We—” A loud bang cut him off. Something heavy crashed into the rear, sending the car lurching forward. The impact flipped them hard—tires lifted off the ground, and the world spun in a blur of glass and metal.

The bullet tore through Carter’s abdomen, the impact forcing a grunt from him as blood sprayed from the wound. His body crashed into Celine, carrying her down with him as he fell onto the concrete steps. She hit the ground hard, breath knocked out of her. Emilia screamed, stumbling backward as her tablet slipped from her hands and shattered on the pavement. People around them ducked instinctively. Cars screeched. Workers screamed and scattered. Celine tried to move, but Carter’s weight pressed heavily against her. Her hands trembled as she reached for him. “Carter… Carter—no—” Her voice cracked, the fear raw and immediate.

“Really? Mind telling me about it?” I exhale. “Carter Industries is on the road to doom. The shareholders are restless, the stock is plummeting, and the company’s financials look worse than I expected.” I list the key points from the meeting, watching his expression closely. And then I notice—he’s smiling. I frown. “I’m sorry, what’s funny?” “You don’t get it?” He shakes his head, as if he’s speaking to a slow student. “The stocks are crashing, the company's struggling. Do you know what that means?”

Carter rejected with a cold laugh. He had thought his answer could frighten and unsettle Shirley. He had not expected Shirley to be abnormally calm instead. “Since you're not interested in this deal, let’s pretend I didn't come by today.” Shirley steered her wheelchair around the second she finished speaking. When Carter saw this, he reached out and grabbed Shirley’s wrist. Shirley, whose wheelchair had been moving forward when Carter yanked her back, instantly fell off her wheelchair. Her legs, which could not support her at all, caused her to collapse helplessly onto the floor.

However, due to his pride, he did not want to smash the car himself, so he called for help. His pride might be the very aspect that dragged him down. He sounded like he had power in Taurus Automobile. Cetus mocked him by saying, “Kaze Lee, you should have agreed from the start and saved all our time. Could’ve just returned the car and you’re done. Now, you are losing the car and fifty million…” Bang! He was interrupted by a sudden loud bang outside the club. Cetus looked outside the window immediately and he was shocked. A six million Aston Martin was smashed into a pile of scraps!

Carter's voice cuts off and tires screech. Flynn grows extremely concerned and begins shouting into the phone. "Carter, dammit. You better be ok, I am on the way now. Where are you?" Flynn can hear Carter grunting and the sounds of the car revving and speeding up. He hears Carter cursing. There is the sound of Carter's car being bumped and Flynn grips the phone. He yells at the driver. "Speed up." Flynn sees Carter's car and another car trading blows on the road to the right as the go through an intersection.

She stood, then pulled me up. When we got to the gate, we found Carter arguing with another guard, trying to force his way inside. His hair was held in a ponytail, his face was clean-shaven, and he was dressed in his favourite shorts. His old Chevy Camaro was still running behind him. One look at him, and the memory of falling from the balcony while trying to escape the alpha kings came rushing back. I still had questions about how the sheets suddenly tore.

Just as the priest began to read the vows, Carter broke through the final line of defense. He stumbled into the church, holding up the silver ring, and screamed, "Maeve! I would give anything, just for you to look back at me one more time!" "I was wrong, I was so wrong! Give me a chance!" Just as the sacred, solemn notes of the organ began to play, a single, muffled gunshot echoed from outside the church. From the corner of my eye, I saw Carter collapse in a pool of blood. The ring slipped from his loosening grasp, rolled away, and was swept by the muddy rainwater into the darkness of a storm drain.