Quintessa's heart raced as she found her brakes failed, and the car door jammed? This was no coincidence, nor a mere oversight. Such a significant hazard going unnoticed could only mean one thing - someone had tampered with it intentionally.

Someone wanted her dead!

Unbuckling her seatbelt, Quintessa kicked at the car door with all her might. The car was sealed tight, and to make matters worse, it seemed like the fuel tank was leaking and spewing smoke that grew thicker by the second. If things continued this way, an explosion was inevitable.

Yet, Quintessa was calm, her mind was laser-focused on one thought - she could not die.

She had dodged too many bullets to die here. Her quest for revenge was only a third of the way through; her enemies were still alive, and so she must remain.

Pounding on the car door with desperation, Quintessa was determined to escape.

Manny rushed over, trying to pull the door open, only to find it immovable. Shaking with urgency, he exclaimed, "Tess, the door won't budge, what do we do? Someone, anyone, hurry!"

find something to pry the door open with, now call 911, get the firefighters,

gravity of the situation hit everyone else. Reuben was the first to dash over, followed by the director and the rest of the crew; they were all thrown into disarray as the smoke from the front

folks grabbed metal rods, attempting to smash the

filming had been a decision made with safety in mind; ironically, its sturdy build was now the

out at the panicked faces and found a strange sense of

her mind, but it

smile crept

distraught, stammered, "What do we do? The door won't open. What do we

a commanding voice cut through the chaos, "Everyone, shut

attention was captured by the imposing figure who

his face light up with hope, "Mr. York, Mr.

Tyrone approached the car,

front of the vehicle. His expression was stern, and his focus was

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