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Harlan Palmer drove his car through the streets, weaving and careening. Luckily, it was a villa district with few cars and even fewer pedestrians.

Occasionally, when he thought of Gem Atkinson's decisiveness, he would angrily slam his hands on the steering wheel again.

A series of piercing horn sounds followed one after another.

Palmer rarely lost his temper, and one could say this was the first time. He had lost his composure and couldn't rein in his emotions.

As he approached the next turn, Palmer didn't slow down.

Only speeding could soothe his troubled heart a little.

Unexpectedly, an off-road vehicle was coming head-on.

Palmer frantically turned the steering wheel.

A sharp braking noise sounded as his car crashed into a tree. Fortunately, the airbags deployed, preventing a more serious accident.

After prying away the airbag, Palmer got out of the car.

The off-road vehicle stopped, and the driver yelled at Palmer, "Are you alright?"