"Perfect daughter?" Pricillia scoffed, the words laced with acid. "If she were, none of this would have happened. Those two useless sisters. They are truly the same blood." Her fury escalated, her grip tightening on the plush leather of her seat.
And then—
VRRROOMMMM!!!
The engine of a car roared behind them like thunder erupting in the street. Pricillia jerked forward in her seat as the car suddenly braked, tires screeching.
"What the hell is—?"
Her words cut off as a sleek matte black sports car overtook them in a blur, then twirled sideways—burning rubber—and blocked their path, parked diagonally across the narrow road like a predator laying a trap.
Her body lurched as the car came to a full stop.
Her assistant's hand slapped the horn, but the sound died beneath the dominance of the revving engine now idling ahead.