The next morning, Jacqueline was finally discharged from the hospital.
Although the doctor advised her to rest for a few more days, she insisted on leaving.
Barbara had also regained consciousness and was recovering well.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Barbara asked as they walked toward the parking lot.
"I'll be fine," Jacqueline replied.
"What about that strange phone call?"
Jacqueline paused.
She had told Barbara everything.
The unknown caller.
The cut brakes.
The warning.
"I don't know what to think anymore," Jacqueline admitted.
Barbara shook her head.
"Maybe it was just a prank."
Jacqueline wanted to believe that, but something deep inside her told her otherwise.
Meanwhile...
At the Cassano Mansion.
Geneva sat at the head of a long dining table.
Several members of the Cassano family were present, but no one dared speak unless spoken to.
The atmosphere was tense.
A man suddenly entered the room.
"Boss, we've gathered information about the girl."
Geneva looked up.
"Speak."
"Her name is Jacqueline Andrew. Twenty-four years old. Owns a small business. No criminal record. Lives alone."
The room fell silent.
Geneva tapped his fingers against the table.
"Interesting."
"What do you want us to do, Boss?" one of his men asked.
Geneva smirked.
"Nothing."
The men exchanged confused glances.
"Nothing?"
"For now."
Later that afternoon...
Jacqueline arrived at her business.
Everything seemed normal until she noticed a black luxury car parked across the street.
Its windows were tinted.
She couldn't see who was inside.
A strange feeling settled in her stomach.
The car remained there all day.
Watching.
Waiting.
When evening finally arrived, Jacqueline locked up her shop and headed toward her car.
As she reached for the door handle, a voice stopped her.
"Miss Andrew."
She froze.
Slowly turning around, she found herself face to face with the most handsome man she had ever seen.
Tall.
Dark hair.
Sharp jawline.
And eyes so cold they sent a chill through her body.
He wore an expensive black suit that screamed power and wealth.
"Who are you?" Jacqueline asked cautiously.
The man stared at her for a moment before speaking.
"Geneva Cassano."
The moment he said his name, the air seemed to grow heavier.
Jacqueline had heard that name before.
Everyone had.
The Cassano family.
One of the most feared families in the country.
Her heartbeat quickened.
"What do you want from me?"
A faint smile appeared on Geneva's lips.
"The better question is..."
He took a step closer.
"Who wants you dead?"
Jacqueline's eyes widened.
Before she could respond, Geneva handed her a small envelope.
"Open it when you're alone."
Then he walked away.
The black car door opened for him, and moments later the vehicle disappeared into the night.
Shaking, Jacqueline looked down at the envelope in her hand.
With trembling fingers, she opened it.
Inside was a photograph.
A photograph of her.
Taken just hours before the accident.
On the back, written in red ink, were the words:
"THE NEXT ATTEMPT WILL NOT FAIL."