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!"

something to pry the door open with,

and the rest of the crew; they were all thrown into disarray as the smoke from the front of

metal rods, attempting to smash the door open,

car for filming had been a decision made with safety in

in sweat, as the temperature was soaring. With nothing at her disposal, she looked out at the panicked faces and found a strange sense of calm amidst the chaos. If she were about to die, Quintessa wondered,

in her mind, but it quickly morphed

small smile crept on

red-faced and distraught, stammered, "What do we do?

cut through the chaos, "Everyone, shut up and

their attention was captured by

hope, "Mr. York, Mr. York, please, you have to save Quinn; we can't get the

Tyrone approached the car,

the vehicle. His expression was stern, and his

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