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?"

managed to pull herself together and stand

reaction. "Are you sure you're alright? Do

to the black Cayenne. She could not shake off the feeling that someone was watching her, and it sent shivers down her spine. She scowled, hating the feeling, and hobbled away as

her, but she

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

say a word, and Ronald did

the petite figure disappear into the distance, Charles let out a slight smirk and

aback. "But sir, isn't

with a piercing look. "The show's over. There's nothing left to

pumping every night. Noelle's friend, Rowena Smith, always said it was the prime spot

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