Had he predicted it?

Did she just walk into his trap?

No, she had to escape. If he managed to get his hands on her, he would never let her go. With this in mind, Camila stepped on the gas pedal.

There was a grinding noise coming from the tires as they rubbed against the pavement, and a cloud of black smoke rose from the area. Unfortunately, her plan backfired, and her car was dragged backward.

Soon, the tires sent off an odour that was too strong for her to ignore.