Violeta crouched down to peer through the darkened windows of the car, but the anti-glare film made it impossible to see inside.
She tapped on the glass. "Archer!"
There was no response.
Moving to the front of the car, Violeta looked through the windshield and spotted a figure slumped in the backseat—Archer.
Archer had a history of blood sugar issues and a compromised immune system.
In her previous life, Violeta had once rescued him from heatstroke on set.
She never expected to find him in a similar predicament this time around.
The Rolls-Royce was parked under a tree's shadow, and the crew hesitated to approach, unsure of what was happening inside and choosing not to disturb him.
Those familiar with Archer's health issues knew about his low blood sugar, but others might have thought he was merely taking a nap.
Time was of the essence in emergencies.
As Aster descended the building stairs, she saw Violeta trying to break the Rolls-Royce window with a rock. After several failed attempts, Aster was stunned.
Her eyes wide, she hurried over. "Ms. White, what are you doing?"
Even with a budget, they couldn't afford to waste money like this.
Plus, wasn't Violeta concerned about getting caught on camera?
A female star smashing a luxury car?
"Ms. White, think this through!"
Violeta didn't have the luxury of time to explain.
Then, with a resounding crash, the glass shattered under the force of a brick.
Some shards of glass fell onto Archer's face, leaving a small, red cut on his cheek.
"Mr. Barnett?
"Get him out of there! He's unwell!"
Though Violeta wasn't entirely sure of Archer's exact condition, she suspected it was a blood sugar issue.
The crew quickly responded, helping to pull Archer from the car.
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