Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 84 No Time

The night, like a vast black cloth, draped heavily over the landscape. A car tore down the dark highway, its headlights piercing the darkness like lightning bolts.

The beams of light from the headlights slashed through the gloom, momentarily revealing the road ahead. As the car hurtled forward, the lights danced across the pavement, illuminating trees and road signs that swiftly disappeared into the distance. The trees blurred into shadowy outlines, fleeting and ephemeral.

The engine roared, a deafening cacophony akin to a wild animal’s howl, brimming with power. The tires spun furiously against the road’s surface, emitting a shrill, grating sound as if locked in a fierce struggle with the asphalt.

Inside the car, the hands on the dashboard trembled uncontrollably, and the numbers on the speedometer soared relentlessly. Marx clutched the steering wheel tightly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Dolly sat in the passenger seat, her face ashen, her hands gripping the seatbelt like a lifeline. The engine’s roar and the blurring scenery outside the window made her profoundly uneasy, her stomach churning violently. Yet, she stubbornly endured, unwilling to be a burden to Marx, who was solely focused on driving.

Suddenly, Marx, absorbed in his task, glanced over at Dolly and furrowed his brow. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

Dolly struggled to utter a single word. "Yes..." But before she could complete her sentence, a wave of nausea surged up from her stomach, threatening to overwhelm her.

"I’m going to vomit!" Dolly exclaimed, her face contorted in pain. One hand clamped tightly over her mouth, as if trying to contain the imminent expulsion, while the other flailed wildly, seeking a point of stability.

Upon hearing Dolly’s cry, Marx slammed on the brakes and pulled the car to the side of the road. Dolly quickly pushed open the door and stumbled towards a nearby tree, her body sagging. Her stomach convulsed violently, and finally, the unbearable ache forced its way out.

She gaped open her mouth, and vomit spewed forth like a flood from a burst dam, accompanied by a putrid odor. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, a painful response to her extreme physical distress. After vomiting, Dolly leaned weakly against the tree, panting for breath, her complexion pale and wan.

"Is this the first time you’ve been in a car like this, going so fast?" Marx stood in front of the car, his back to the headlights. The engine was still revving, and the beast of a machine, having roamed freely in the darkness, had merely paused for a moment, ready to unleash its fury again at the slightest command from its master.

"It’s not just fast, it’s fast and furious," Dolly complained.

"Here, use this to wipe your mouth," Marx said, pulling a tissue from his pocket and handing it to Dolly. She casually asked, "Do you need a break?"

"No, it’s already Friday morning," Dolly replied, wiping the corner of her mouth with the tissue and discarding it. She struggled to compose herself, saying, "I need to buy Emily more time. How long until we get back to the Red Moon pack?"

"You should be able to make it back to the Red Moon pack before sunrise, if you don’t stop anywhere along the way."

"Let’s leave now," Dolly said, opening the passenger door and sliding into her seat.

"Are you sure?" Marx asked from the driver’s seat, harnessed in. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Dolly took a deep breath, her hand gripping the overhead handle, her eyes determined. "Let’s go."

Marx didn’t waste any time; he started the car, and the beast roared into the darkness once more.

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The next morning, the insistent ringing of the telephone jolted Emily awake. As she opened her eyes, the first rays of morning sun were cast across the windowsill.

She saw Klaus pacing around the drawing room, speaking on the phone. It dawned on her that it was his phone that was ringing.

Klaus ended the call and walked into the room, telling Emily, "Marx and Dolly have secured the signatures of fifty people, and they’re about to send me a scanned copy of the application form."

"When will they be back?" Emily asked, rising from her bed.

"Marx said Dolly also needs to record videos of the villagers to prove that your father abandoned you and sent someone to forcibly take you north for marriage. They won’t be back until tonight at the earliest, so you should get the information you have to the Capitol Court first."

Emily hopped off the bed immediately and, as she dressed, inquired, "Did Marx send me a scanned copy of the application form?"

"He sent me an email," Klaus said, heading towards his study. "I’m going to open my laptop right now."

By the time Emily finished washing up, Klaus was already holding the printed lawsuit application form and offering it to her. "Here you go."

"Klaus, stay here," Emily instructed, taking the petition. "I’m going to the Capitol Court right now to file the lawsuit."

"Why can’t I come with you?" Klaus asked, confused.

"We’ll split up," Emily said solemnly. "You wait here for news from Marx, okay?"

"Yes, my Queen," he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, revealing his inner reluctance. Yet, he didn’t forget to remind Emily, "If you encounter anything you can’t handle, remember to call me."

"Yes, Daddy."

With the sound of the closing door, Emily was already on her way to the Capitol Courthouse. She hailed a taxi right outside the hotel, and roughly an hour later, the driver pulled up in front of the Courthouse.

After navigating through three security checkpoints, Emily finally arrived at the reception area of the Capitol Courthouse. But when she presented the documents to the receptionist, the woman with vintage glasses and a wrinkled face returned Emily’s lawsuit.

"Sorry, we can’t accept this application form," the receptionist said with a cold tone.

"Why?" Emily asked, perplexed.

The old woman tilted her chin slightly, a hint of impatience in her eyes. "We only accept the original of the lawsuit application form. You’ve only provided a scanned copy, which doesn’t comply with our regulations."

"But your announcement doesn’t mention that scans aren’t acceptable," Emily protested.

"Once again, we only accept original application forms for lawsuits," the old woman replied, ignoring Emily’s objections. She slowly lowered her head, moving with deliberate slowness, as if Emily’s words were merely a harmless gust of wind. Then, she pulled a sign from a drawer and placed it on the table.

Emily’s eyes locked onto the sign, and the words "Temporarily Leaving" caused her heart to race. As the old woman stood up from her seat, Emily immediately stopped her. "Where are you going?"

The old woman cast a glance at Emily, a hint of scorn and impatience in her eyes. She said, unhurriedly, "When you’re as old as I am, you’ll have to visit the restroom just as often. And by the way, since the MPs are meeting here this afternoon, we close at noon today."

"What?" Emily pulled out her phone to check the time. It was nine o’clock, which meant she had only three hours left.

Emily’s mouth gaped open in disbelief. She quickly scrolled through her phone, her eyes flickering and her fingers trembling slightly. When she confirmed that it was indeed nine o’clock, her face paled momentarily, and she clutched the lawsuit application form tightly, her gaze wandering and her thoughts in turmoil.

"Oh my God, what am I going to do?" Emily scanned the empty reception room, trying to compose herself. She had to find a solution.