Chapter 124
Quintessa glanced at the business card; she curled her lips and thought to herself: why wouldn’t she be that kind of person – she Indeed was!
As she tumed to leave, Quintessa’s gaze fell upon Roxanne lurking in the shadows, her eyes dark with malice. A shiver ran down Quintessa’s spine; it was clear that Roxanne was
out for revenge.
Manny, holding Quintessa’s belongings, nudged her, “Quinn, let’s head back.”
Quintessa nodded, “Let’s go.”
She planned to leave Zion City tomorrow for Emberbrook to shoot “Requiem.” Being cautious tonight should keep her out of trouble.
The filming location wasn’t too far from where she was staying, just a 30–hour drive away.
But unexpectedly, halfway there, the car suddenly stalled.
Quintessa sat in the passenger seat, her head heavy and foggy.
Manny checked around the car but couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. They were close to their destination, at most a fifteen–minute drive. He looked around; there was no one in sight.
Anxiously, Manny said to Quintessa, “The car broke down, I don’t know how to fix it.”
Quintessa opened her eyes, and everything was spinning. Initially, she thought it was just exhaustion, but her instincts, honed by years of evading danger, sensed something was off.
“Damn it,” she muttered, “we’ve been set up.”
She pinched the palm of her hand hard to focus.
Manny was confused, “What’s wrong?”
Clutching her dizzy head, Quintessa said, “Someone drugged my drink. I bet they’ll be here soon. Manny, swap clothes with me.”
She had a hunch that Roxanne was behind this, but Quintessa didn’t expect her to act so swiftly.
The only thing Quintessa had consumed was a sip of beer handed to her by the director; that must have been where the problem lay.
Manny was in a panic; he had never faced such a situation before, But he always did as Quintessa asked, and quickly took off his clothes to give to Quintessa.
Quintessa bit her tongue to combat the dizziness; the pain, the taste of blood, made her mind a bit clearer.
With Manny’s help, Quintessa got dressed in his clothes.
Just as they swapped, Manny alerted her, “Quinn, there’s a car coming.”
Seeing the car approaching, Quintessa knew it was Roxanne’s people, and she grabbed Manny’s hand, “They’re after me. Wear my clothes and lead them away. They’ll let you go once they realize you’re not me. I’m sorry.”
Manny’s heart pounded heavily, “Don’t worry, I know. As long as you are fine, that’s all that matters. I am a man; I’ll protect you.”
After saying that, Manny jumped out of the car and ran in the opposite direction.
The people in the car gave chase, not even bothering to get out.
Quintessa opened the car door, got out, and staggered forward. She was barefoot, not wearing her heels, which would have been cumbersome during her escape. She knew they’d come back for her after catching Manny and realizing he wasn’t her. She couldn’t stay
in the car.
However, those people, driving the car, quickly caught Manny. Upon realizing he wasn’t Quintessa, they kicked him twice, turned around, and chased after Quintessa.
Manny lay on the ground in pain, took out his phone, and managed to dial 911..
“Hello, I’m reporting a kidnapping. Hurry, please.”
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Quintessa swayed her scalp feeling as if it might be torn off at any second.
Despite her blurred vision, her words came out razor–sharp, her voice icy, “Roxanne sent you, didn’t she? Kill me today, or don’t bother. If I live to see tomorrow, I swear I’ll make you wish you were dead. I’ll make your whole family’s life a living nightmare”
The mynad dangers she had encountered enabled Quintessa to maintain her composure at all times, even though this time, she might
be unable to escape.
However, as long as there was a chance, it was always worth a try.
The two thugs momentarily stunned at her words.
The next second, one of them sneered, “You slut, quite the bluffer. Don’t listen to her, she’s just a minor actress with no backing. What can she do to us? Let’s have our fun with her today, snap a few dozen nude photos, and make a little home movie. With these, we can make you do whatever we want.”
Quintessa scoffed, recognizing this as Roxanne’s tactic–cliché but cruel enough to ruin her.
“You ever hear of the York Financial Group?” she asked with ice in her voice.
“So what if we have?”
“Mr. Tyrone York. Tyrone is my man.”
The thug yanked her hair in disbelief, “And I suppose the President is your secret lover?”
Quintessa, barely clinging to consciousness, saw a shadow move. She smiled, blood trickling from her split lips, her laugh chilling in the darkness, “Since you don’t believe, well, you can go to hell.”
Bang, bang, each of the men took a blow to the back of their heads with a stick, falling to the ground before they even had the chance to look back.
Tyrone’s tall figure appeared in front of Quintessa.
Holding a baseball bat in his hand, he strode forward, scooping her up. Seeing her swollen cheek bloody mouth, and her dazed state, he grumbled, “Was I a bit late picking you up, and you turned yourself into this mess?”
In Tyrone’s arms, Quintessa’s taut heart finally eased. Her consciousness fading, she murmured, “You bastard. Why’d it take you so long?”
Tyrone was speechless, “I had just saved you Shouldn’t you be saying ‘thank you‘?”
