She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 465: Thrilling Moment Tanner had not shown up and no one noticed Iker had been controlled even when the judge in black appeared and took Iker away. "Take him away!" the leading judge commanded.

The two subordinates in identical black robes behind immediately stepped forward to take him away.

Just as the two were about to grab Iker's arm, he coldly glanced at them and spoke through clenched teeth. Without a trace of panic on his face, he calmly said, "My legs can't walk, so please bring the chair along with me." Upon hearing this, the three men were momentarily stunned, followed by a muffled chuckle beneath their masks. "Hahaha, what a loser! The esteemed General is powerless to resist even being kidnapped, how laughable." "Indeed, he's about to beca dead man." "Wouldn't it be a great idea to let him die in a wheelchair?" "Forget it, how he dies depends on the judgment from above." As the two men chatted with each other, taking turns mocking Iker, they noticed his unusually grim expression and their laughter intensified.

Soon enough, Iker was roughly shoved into a spacious and comfortable SUV. The wheelchair was carelessly thrown into the trunk as they drove away from the Todd mansion.

Thalia stood by the window, pulling back the heavy curtains to witness everything, her delicate lips curved in satisfaction.

From today onwards, the entire Todd family would belong to her and her son. Hahaha! On the other hand, Iker, seated in the car, watched as the scenery outside rapidly changed. The distance from the Todd mansion grew farther, and the tall skyscrapers lining the streets transformed into humble small houses.

In this remote suburb, there stood Akloit's most historic and bustling bridge, the Sakura Bridge. Even during broad daylight, the bridge, with its silver glow and cherry blossom shape, could be seen. Stretching approximately three kilometers and featuring seven exits, it was easy to get lost here, even with navigation. During its construction, a staggering 800 million was invested, making it a symbol of Akloit's former glory. However, with the changes in the commercial center, it eventually becpart of the old town, and the bridge lost its former prosperity.

Solitarily spanning between the city and the sea, connecting Shedale, it was hailed as the finest masterpiece in bridge architecture.

It was worth mentioning that the Foley Group undertook the construction of this bridge, with its CEO, Kelvin, as the chief designer.

During his four years in university, he spent the first two at Chulae University, majoring in civil engineering, while the latter two were completed at Metshire, where he pursued a dual doctorate degree in business management. Although the bridge no longer boasted its former splendor, the daily flow of vehicles passing through remained significant.

Cars raced along the bridge's surface, with just a few meters of width separating them from the deep blue sea. This was a tributary of the Pacific, and during the summer tide, waves crashed forcefully against the bridge pillars, creating foam reminiscent of Sprite.

However, everyone's attention today was not on the waves but on a few figures on the bridge surface. The drivers couldn't help but slow down and roll down their windows for a better look.

They saw a multi-million-dollar luxury car, a Maybach, engulfed in flames, hurtling toward the guardrail and the sea.

Facing the burning luxury car on the iron bridge directly to the north, a man dressed in a dark suit was bound to a silver wheelchair, unable to move. Danger gradually approached, and the distance between the flames and the man grew shorter... The immense flames engulfed him.

"Oh my god! Look... look, why is that car on fire!" "Damn it, call 911!" "Could this be a murder? That man is so handsome, what a pity... seems like he's disabled." "What kind of person would do something like this? Kidnapping a disabled person and driving to crash into him." "Even if he doesn't die, he'll be blown up when the car explodes. How cruel." The surrounding voices of curse grew louder, but this incident happened in an instant, and no one dared to go and save the man.

Helplessly, they watched the luxury car speeding towards the man, and instinctively closed their eyes.

Heat rushed towards them, the moisture in the air quickly evaporated, and their skin felt tight and dry...

Iker's gaze didn't focus on the car that could take away his life at any moment; he raised his head to look at the deceleration lane to the north. There, an inconspicuous silver van was parked, with three men in black robes leaning against the windows, aiming AK47 rifles in his direction.

Their target was not just him... but also the person coming to rescue him! The deafening roar of a motorcycle engine cfrom a distance, followed by a blur of indigo entering everyone's field of vision.

The noise swept over their heads as the motorcycle descended directly from the Sakura Bridge, about three to four meters above the ground. The rider crouched low, his resolute and tough face stunning everyone.

His target was... the man bound on the bridge.

Could it be that he was also here to kill the disabled man? Bang! The motorcycle landed, with the front tire touching the ground first, causing the rear of the motorcycle to lift high in the air.

This scene was reminiscent of an outdoor motorcycle stunt show, with perfect execution.

After landing smoothly, the man revved the engine and headed towards the bridge at an.unimaginable speed, reaching the man's side just a second before the burning car. "Get in!" He extended his hand.

And the man who had just been bound on the bridge instantly m performed a somersault, leaping onto the back seat of the motorcycle while stepping on the guardrail. As soon as he got on the motorcycle, the sea of fire behind them rapidly expanded.

Clang! The entire Sakura Bridge shook as the steel guardrail broke from the force of impact, and the burning car exploded in place.

Flames rose into the sky.

Like blooming fireworks, sparks scattered and fell into the sea...

Amidst the red mushroom cloud, the motorcycle raced out, the two men on the bike unscathed, though their jackets were wrinkled from the high temperature.

Iker hadn't fully caught his breath when he suddenly felt even more tense. He patted Gordon's shoulder and hoarsely said, "Stop!" "What's wrong?" Gordon was forced to stop the car and curiously followed Iker's gaze.

On the deceleration lane, the door of the van opened, and three men in black robes walked down, Controlling a beautiful figure dressed in red. She had a sniper rifle resting on top of her head. Miss Lawrence!