Billionaire Heiress

(Camilla’s POV) I leaned against the side of my car, trying to steady my breath. The echo of the tire explosion still rang in my ears, and the tense encounter with the man at the gas station has left me shaken. The dark clouds overhead threaten rain, but it is the storm inside me that I struggled to calm. I knew that this was no random act of mischief—someone is after me, and they are getting bolder. Just as I was about to reach for my phone, a familiar black SUV pulled up to the curb. The door swung open, and Justin stepped out, his face a mix of concern and urgency. He quickly crossed the street to where I was standing, his eyes scanning me for any sign of injury. "Camilla, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he reached out to gently touch my arm. I forced a small smile, trying to appear more composed than I felt. "I'm fine, Justin. Just a little shaken up, that's all." Justin’s gaze flicked from me to the gas station where the man named Frank was still loitering,