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?"

out of her wits. She just gazed at Ronald, lost in shock, until she finally managed to pull herself together and

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

someone was watching her, and it sent shivers down her

stop her, but she was dodging him like he

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

man, Charles Hoffman, did not say a word, and Ronald did not

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

aback. "But

Charles cut him off with a piercing look. "The show's over. There's nothing left to see," Charles said, his words heavy with implication.

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

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