Chloe Sinclair's expression was grave, her deep eyes fixed intently on the road ahead.
They were less than five hundred meters from the main road. If she couldn't stop in time, she would be unable to escape the fate of her past life.
Chloe Sinclair's mind raced, automatically filtering out Eight's words.
No matter how frantically Eight yelled in the system, it was as if Chloe Sinclair couldn't hear a thing.
Chloe Sinclair's hands never stopped moving—downshifting, braking, cutting power to the engine.
Visibly, the large truck's speed had decreased significantly.
"Eight, how many more turns are ahead?"
Eight took a deep breath. This host, who insisted on handling everything herself, was giving it a massive headache, but it still answered obediently. "Three turns. The layout map has been transmitted."
The moment it finished speaking, a three-dimensional map materialized in Chloe Sinclair's mind.
