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?"

shock, until she finally managed to pull herself together and stand up. Without a word, she tried to sidestep him, eager to

puzzled by her reaction. "Are you sure you're alright? Do

the black Cayenne. She could not shake off the feeling that someone was watching her, and it sent shivers down

she was

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

word, and

out a slight smirk and tapped his finger against his knee in a

taken aback. "But sir, isn't

nothing left to see," Charles said,

Majestic Lounge was Brookville's hotspot, its lights blazing and music pumping every night. Noelle's friend, Rowena Smith, always said it was the prime spot for a

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