Despite her efforts to take deep breaths, it brought no relief.
“Sir! Please stop the car!”
Stella’s words fell on deaf ears as the driver continued to speed up.
A cold sweat broke out on Stella’s forehead, and a sense of foreboding overwhelmed her.
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She strained to get a look at the driver, who was obscured by a peaked cap, his face largely hidden. Something about his eyes seemed eerily familiar.
As her breath grew shorter, Stella’s consciousness began to fade. In a desperate move, she unfastened her seat belt and lunged forward, attempting to grab the driver’s shoulder.
At that moment, the driver hit the accelerator once more.
Stella’s face blanched with terror. The sudden acceleration caused her to lurch forward, then fall back heavily into her seat.
Dazed from the impact, it took her a few moments to regain her bearings, each breath a struggle.
Stella fixed her gaze on the driver, her voice trembling.
“Who are you?”
But the man remained silent, fueling Stella’s growing sense of dread.
Her body shivered involuntarily, unsure of the man’s intentions.
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Was he after money, or did he intend to harm her?
Yet, aside from the relentless speeding, he had done nothing else.
With her mind in turmoil, Stella closed her eyes, attempting to quell the fear engulfing her.
Eventually, the car slowed down and came to a stop.
Before she could gather her thoughts, a hoarse voice declared, “Tell Matthew I’m back. He won’t be happy anymore.”
The voice stirred a sense of familiarity in Stella, but before she could ponder it further, the sound of the car unlocking snapped her back to reality.
Not daring to stay a moment longer, Stella hurried out of the car, only to be greeted by the waft of exhaust as the taxi sped off.
She doubled over, coughing and struggling to catch her breath, trying in vain to note the taxi’s license plate.
Overwhelmed with nausea, she leaned against a tree, retching.
After some time, Stella’s condition stabilized.
She recalled where she had heard that hoarse voice before-it was the man in the wheelchair at the cemetery.
Confusion set in.
How was he driving if his legs were disabled? And what did his cryptic message about Matthew mean?
Lost in her thoughts, Stella realized she was not far from her studio.
Uneasy about taking another taxi, she decided to navigate on foot, using her phone.
Arriving at the studio ten minutes later, she was about to enter when her phone rang. It was Matthew. Eager to recount her harrowing experience, Stella answered the call.
But before she could speak, Matthew’s deep voice conveyed concern and suspicion.
“Neville is with me now. He said Miley is on a business trip. Stella, where were you this morning? Why did you lie to me?”