Noelle bolted from the hotel, her previously defiant face now streaked with tears.

Out of nowhere, a black Cayenne screeched to a halt, its tires screaming against the pavement. Caught off guard, she tumbled to the ground.

The driver gulped, his eyes darting to the man in the back seat, "Sir... Sir?"

The man in the back, unfazed by the nearby accident, merely glanced at the passenger seat beside him. "Ronald, go see what happened."

"Right away, sir." Ronald was out of the car in a flash, checking the front for any damage.

About six feet ahead of the car, a woman sat on the ground with her eyes wide open, looking totally freaked out. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and she had obviously been crying. "Miss? Are you okay? Do you need a ride to the hospital?"

until she finally managed to pull

you

eyes darted to the black Cayenne. She could not shake off the feeling that someone was watching her, and

her, but she was dodging him like he was

in the backseat craning his neck to watch the woman through the window. "Sir, we're at the hotel. Do you want to head

say a word, and Ronald did not

Charles let out a slight smirk and tapped his finger against his

taken aback. "But

show's over. There's nothing left to see," Charles said, his words heavy with implication. "Ronald, you seem to be

friend, Rowena Smith,

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