Chapter 147: What Can I Say? I'm Your Uncle

He threw the car through a string of sharp S-curves, hard enough that the wheels on both sides lifted in turn. Good thing Miller Cutmore could actually drive-the car didn't flip. The girl in the passenger seat screamed over and over. She clutched the forehead she had banged and snapped at him, "What are you doing? Can you keep it straight for once-" Bang! A car shot up alongside and slammed into the door on her far side, leaving a deep crater of a dent. The impact pitched their car toward her....