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    Meanwhile, Mandy leaned against a rock behind them, her body jerking as she threw up repeatedly. It was almost embarrassing—one of Nate’s top five assistants, reduced to battling carsickness.


    After a while, Mandy managed to steady herself. She grabbed a bottle of water from the trunk, rinsed her mouth, and walked toward Corrine.


    Her legs were still shaky from the vomiting, making each step unsteady. “Miss Hond, it’s gettingte. We should probably head back,” Mandy suggested.


    Corrine lifted her eyelids, ncing at Mandy with indifference. Noticing her pale face, she raised an eyebrow. “Feeling better?”


    Mandy hesitated for a second, then answered, “Much better.”


    Corrine nodded and swiftly hopped off the car. “Let’s go,” she said.


    On the way back, they drove through a mountain tunnel. But just as they neared the exit, a truck appeared right in front of them.


    The truck’s headlights zed brightly, flooding the car with an intense white light that temporarily blinded them.


    Corrine squinted, trying to make out the truck’s details through the overwhelming re.


    The blinding lights left her vision blurry, and all she could make out was the vague shape of the truck rushing at them.


    Relying on her sharp instincts, she yanked the steering wheel hard to the side, barely avoiding a head-on crash with the truck.


    But the rear of the car was still struck. The force of the hit sent the car spinning in a full circle before it mmed into the tunnel wall with a deafening crash.


    The airbags deployed instantly, wrapping around Corrine in a tight, protective cushion.


    “Miss Hond, are you okay?” Mandy’s voice shook with worry and fear.


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    Corrine frowned, shaking her head to clear the dizziness. “I’m fine. How about you?”


    “I’m fine too,” Mandy answered.


    As they spoke, they saw the truck begin to reverse, clearly preparing to ram into them again.


    Mandy’s eyes went wide, her pupils shrinking as panic gripped her.


    Without thinking, she quickly unbuckled Corrine’s seatbelt. “Hurry! Get out of the car!”


    But Corrine’s door was stuck, refusing to open no matter how hard she pulled at it.


    With no other choice, she scrambled to climb out through the passenger side. Just as Corrine was about to jump out, the truck surged forward, charging straight at her.


    At that moment, a ck Rolls-Royce appeared out of nowhere, speeding toward them at full force.


    The truck was about to crash into Corrine when the Rolls-Royce swerved in front of her, blocking the way and shielding her from the impact.


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