Unexpected Love: One Night With Mr CEO

Chapter 290 - 290. Broken Car Brake

"I bought some dresses and hair accessories for Claire at this shop, honey," Grandma answered. She didn't want to return to the hotel empty-handed, so she decided to buy some dresses and hair accessories for Claire at the shop where they were now.

"You bought a dress for me again, Grandma?"

"That's right, honey."

"This morning Grandma already gave me ...."

"Don't refuse. I even want to buy everything in this shop for you, honey," Grandma said.

Claire sighed. "There's no need to waste money like this, Grandma. I can buy my clothes later if I need them," she said.

"I'm sad to hear you say that," Grandma replied with a frown.

"Don't be sad, Grandma. My mom was just kidding. She'll use all your gifts," said Dave as he approached Grandma and held her arm.

Seeing her grandson like that, Grandma smiled and rubbed the boy's head. It turned out that Dave was very good at persuading her.

Claire who saw her son's behavior now smiled.

"Thank you, Grandma. For everything," Claire said in a soft voice.

"You're welcome, honey," replied Grandma.

"How are you feeling? Have you calmed down a bit?" she asked again.

"Yes, Grandma," answered Claire curtly.

"Do you want to go hotel now?" Grandma asked.

"It's up to you, Grandma. I'll follow you," Claire replied.

"Alright then let's go, we'll head back to the hotel."

"Dave, next time I'll take you to the timezone, is that okay? Your mom needs a break," Grandma said to her grandson again.

"Yes, Grandma," said Dave, nodding.

They then exited the shop, using the elevator to get to the basement.

"Do you have any other place you would like to visit, madam?" asked her private driver right after they landed their body in the car seat.

"No. I don't want to go anywhere. Take us back to the hotel," said Grandma to the driver.

"Okay, madam," replied the man.

With low speed, the black limousine moved away from the basement.

"Would you like to eat something?" Grandma asked turning to Claire and Dave.

"No, Grandma. I'm still full," replied Claire.

Hearing that, the old woman nodded and leaned back on the chair.

Silence, no further talk after that. Only the sound of passing vehicles filled the silence in the car.

Until a few minutes passed, Grandma woke up and said to the driver, "Pull over if you see the Pharmacy," she ordered.

"All right, madam. I'll do it," replied the driver.

"Honey, let's go to the pharmacy first, I want to find a suitable ointment for the bruises on your hands," said Grandma.

Claire gave no response and just nodded in agreement.

After a few minutes, Grandma's brow furrowed when she saw the driver in front of her looking nervous.

"What happened to you? Why do you look nervous?" Grandma asked as she patted the driver's shoulder.

"Madam... The brakes suddenly didn't work," said the driver, anyone could see the sweat dripping down his face.

"Huh? What do you mean? Don't joke," said Grandma starting to panic.

Claire who was leaning on the car seat suddenly rose from her position when she heard the driver's words.

"So how? What will happen? How is it?" Grandma panicked and she looked outside the car.

The driver did not respond again. He tried to control the speed of the car he was driving. Luckily, the highway was quiet, and the car was moving slowly.

"How about this? Do something before you reach the traffic light," said Grandma uncomfortably.

The driver was silent.

Dave who was between them was now approaching the window. Pay attention to the vehicles out there.

"Can't the car stop, Uncle?" he asked.

"Correct honey. The brakes are broken, it can't work as usual," said Grandma in answer to a question that wasn't addressed to her.

"Then make this car hit something, Uncle," the boy suggested.

"Dave, what are you saying, honey? That's very dangerous," said Grandma.

"No Grandma, as long as it doesn't harm anyone else. It's fine. Just look at the speed of this car Grandma. It's so slow, it hit something solid and hard, might stop it," Dave explained explaining.

"But, honey. It's very risky, I don't want you two to get hurt."

"Don't worry Grandma. We'll all be fine, trust me. You just need to wear a seatbelt to protect us so we don't get thrown around," Dave said in his childlike voice.

Hearing that, Grandma was very happy.

"How do you know things like this, honey?" Grandma asked.

"I don't know, Grandma. I just suddenly thought that," said Dave.

"If you're not sure, then don't do it, Grandma," he added.

Hearing that, Grandma was silent for a moment as if thinking.

"Madam, I think what Young Master said is true," said the driver, it had never occurred to him before. Maybe because he was too panicked?

Bruck...

"Ahhh..."

As Dave had said so, he had hit the pavement hard, bringing the car to a halt.

Grandma, Claire, and Dave staggered forward.

Not without reason, the driver do it suddenly because the traffic light suddenly flashed red at a distance of several tens of meters ahead.

Grandma holds her chest.

"Are you all right, Grandma?" asked Claire as she regained consciousness.

Grandma coughed. "I'm surprised," she said weakly and leaned back in the car seat with one hand holding her chest.

"Why did you suddenly do it without warning?" Grandma said to the driver.

"Sorry, madam. I had to," replied the driver.

Grandma took a deep breath. "Are you guys all right?" Grandma asked looking at Claire and her grandson.

"I hit my head, Grandma. But that's okay," said Dave, rubbing his head.

Knock... knock... knock...

There was a knock on the door. Looking at the clothes he was wearing, it looked like he was a traffic policeman.

The driver immediately opened the window.

"What happened? Why did you hit the pavement? Are you drunk?" asked the policeman.

"Can you show me your driving license?" he added with an occasional glance at the back seat.

The driver immediately handed over the papers that the police had asked him.

"The car's brakes suddenly didn't work, sir. So I had to hit the sidewalk," explained the driver.

"Okay, please get off and pull over," said the policeman after checking the completeness of the vehicle documents.

"Thank you, sir."

The man then got out of the car, followed by Grandma, Claire, and Dave.

They were then escorted to the police post on the side of the road.

"Daniel, call Hendra. Ask for help," said Grandma to her private driver.

"Okay, madam. I'll do it," said Daniel.

From their position, two police officers were seen checking Daniel's car.

"Daniel..." Grandma called when she saw the man finished calling Hendra.

"Yes, madam. What's wrong?" Daniel said as he approached.

"Didn't I ask you to check the car every day? How could something like this happen?" Grandma asked.

"I don't know, madam. Yet I've done what you told me to this morning, I also checked the car, everything is fine," replied Daniel, the man also felt a little surprised. Never once in his life had he experienced anything like this.

"Are you sure?" Grandma asked.

"I swear, madam. I checked everything before leaving, earlier," Daniel answered very confidently. Because that's the way it is.

"Can I ask something?" Claire asked.

"Please Miss," said Daniel at once.

"When we left, where were you?" asked Claire curiously.

"I'm just in the car, Miss. Waiting for you," said Daniel.

"You never left the car while we were gone?' asked Claire again.

"Just a few minutes Miss, and that's because I want to pee," said Daniel.

"What are you thinking, honey?" Grandma asked, turning to the woman.

"No Grandma. I just wanted to know," replied Claire casually.

Daniel who heard the woman's question frowned.

"Try to check the brakes on the car," said Grandma again, for some reason she suddenly remembered Byanca's whereabouts a while ago.

"Okay, madam," said Daniel and headed for the limousine parked on the side of the highway.

At the same time, a cell phone rings.

Immediately Grandma reached into the carry-on bag she was carrying and opened it, pulling a flat object out of it.

Looking at the cellphone screen, the call came from the security on duty at the shopping center they visited earlier.

Immediately Grandma picked it up.

"Hello," said Grandma.

"Sorry to interrupt your time, madam," said a man from across the phone.

"Does not matter. I gave you my number earlier because I wanted you to call me if something happened," Grandma said.

"So how? Did you guys find the woman?" she added again.

"Earlier, we apologize, madam. We did not find the woman you are referring to," said a man from the other side.

"Have you checked the CCTV?" Grandma asked.

"Yes, madam."

"And you guys still can't find her whereabouts?" said Grandma again.

"I am sorry, madam. We are going to do another search" said the man, his voice sounding a little nervous.

"No need. I just want CCTV footage at the baseman from my arrival to leaving there," said Grandma.

Claire, who heard that, froze on the spot, whereas, she wanted to ask Daniel about it, but Grandma did.. In the end, the woman just shut up.