No Wife, No Life Chapter 104

"Please, I'm begging you; let me go! I was wrong!"

Herbert's desperate screams echoed through the surveillance monitors.

Harper glanced up at the large screen, a cold smile playing on her lips.

Her features were strikingly beautiful, with gentle eyes and soft pink lips pressed tightly together.

She looked delicate and enchanting, but her actions were ruthless.

The stark contrast between her sweet appearance and her brutal methods left Caden's assistant momentarily stunned, though he felt a sense of satisfaction deep down.

Herbert deserved punishment for what he did.

Herbert's attempt to get away with punishment would only make the victim feel angry.

The assistant felt a sense of relief for Caden.

He also understood that Harper was avenging Caden.

The perpetrator was getting what he deserved.

Meanwhile, the car was less than 600 feet from the wall.

A short distance acceleration crash like this, if not precisely timed for braking, would inevitably result in a horrific accident.

But Harper kept accelerating, showing no intention of stopping.

Her gaze was steely, and her hand on the remote control showed no sign of easing up.

It seemed she truly wanted Herbert to pay with his life for what he did to Caden.

The assistant's eyes widened, his heart pounding quickly.

Jacob's expression grew colder and more severe.

What was Harper planning?

Was it truly necessary for her to be so excessive?

The distance between the car and the wall was shrinking rapidly, death looming closer.

Finally, Jacob couldn't hold back any longer and urged, "Harper, brake now! This is going to end badly."

His voice was hoarse with fear.

He was truly fearful that the person in the car might not survive.

He was also worried that Harper's act of revenge would put a target on her back.

If this really happened, Harper's future would be even more challenging.

"Brake now!" He grabbed Harper's free hand, gripping it tightly.

But Harper remained expressionless, her finger still pressing the accelerator.

Her green eyes were filled with cold indifference.

On the screen, Herbert was completely breaking down.

"You're really insane! This will kill me! Let me go, please!"

His sharp screams echoed in the air, eerie and terrifying.

The tires screeched against the ground, smoke pouring out as the car shot forward, completely out of control.

The scene was so intense that everyone except Harper was stunned.

Her methods were shockingly ruthless.

The car, like a derailed train, crashed straight into the wall.

Everyone closed their eyes. Even Caden's assistant turned away, unable to bear watching any longer.

The violent collision crumpled the front of the car, airbags deploying.

On the screen, Herbert lay slumped, gasping for breath.

Harper watched without emotion, seeing the blood trickle from his forehead, his body trembling.

She let out a cold laugh, her mind flashing back to Caden lying in a pool of blood.

When she was eight, her mother had also lain in a pool of blood.

Back then, she could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

The sense of helplessness brought her immense pain, and for many nights to come, she would berate herself for it.

From that day on, she swore she would never to let anyone harm her loved ones.

Now, she had the power to protect those around her.

If anyone dared to hurt her people, she would ensure they faced the harshest punishment.

No one could harm her loved ones without her consent, and she would never allow that to happen.

With that thought, her heart grew even colder.

This level of punishment was still far from adequate.

Harper's fingers tightened as she resumed controlling the car on the track.

As the car started again, Herbert's teeth chattered with fear. "Please, let me go! I'm begging you!"

Harper remained expressionless, unmoved.

"Harper, that's enough." Jacob gripped her wrist, trying to remind her.

Her voice was icy, "Enough? How could it be enough? If he dared to do such a thing, it means he devalued Caden's life. So why should I care about his? Since he doesn't value his own life, then let him die."

Harper watched Herbert's panicked face from a distance, pressing the remote repeatedly, listening to his heart-wrenching screams.

"Harper, it's really enough." Jacob grabbed her hand, trying to stop her madness.

Harper pulled her hand back, her voice indifferent, "This is just the beginning. Jacob, you should know my character best. I've always been this way."

Jacob was taken aback.

Harper had always been this way.

She was gentle, but only to her family and those who posed no threat to her.

If anyone harmed her loved ones, she would seek revenge to the end.

Just like now, Herbert caused Caden to suffer severe injuries in a car accident. There was no way she would handle it this simply.

Jacob's expression remained calm, but he let out a long sigh.

Harper had always treated him like a real brother. In other matters, Harper would consult him, but in these situations, she never backed down.

He still remembered two years ago abroad, when Peyton was kidnapped by a rival company over a big deal.

Harper had spent an entire year in the business world, relentlessly targeting that company, causing their market value down by over fifty percent.

It wasn't until the company's CEO personally apologized and begged for forgiveness that Harper finally stopped.

This time, with Caden's car accident, Harper definitely wouldn't let it go.

He didn't know the exact nature of Harper and Caden's relationship, only hearing bits from Peyton. But now, it was clear Harper considered Caden one of her own.

So, Jacob stopped trying to intervene.

He knew that at this moment, he couldn't stop Harper.

Harper continued to control the car, crashing it repeatedly.

The walls around the track remained intact, but the car's front was completely shattered, swaying in the wind.

At this time, the car's alarm blared sharply.

It was clear that if the car crashed again, it would be a fatal wreck.

Was Harper really going to go through with it?

Jacob turned away, no longer watching her.

Harper's eyes flickered as she saw the car drift and whip around sharply, just fifteen feet from the wall.

The tires screeched against the ground, sending up sparks as it made a sharp 90-degree turn, veering off in another direction before gradually slowing down and coming to a stop in an open area.

At the last critical moment, Harper chose to spare Herbert for now.

Her expression was calm and composed as she looked down at her phone's records.

"The car crashed twenty-three times before it was on the verge of falling apart. Clearly, the crash resistance needs some serious work."

She said coldly, completely indifferent to whether Herbert lived or died. To her, he was just a lifeless test subject.