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?"

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

you sure you're alright? Do you need

She could not shake off the feeling that someone was

wanted to stop her, but she was dodging him like he was

the woman through the window. "Sir, we're at

say a word, and Ronald did not dare to make

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

aback. "But

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

lights blazing and music pumping every night. Noelle's friend, Rowena Smith, always said it was

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