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?"

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

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

shake off the feeling that someone was watching her, and

to stop her, but she was dodging him like he

through the window. "Sir, we're at the hotel. Do you want to head straight in, or would

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

out a slight smirk and tapped

aback. "But sir,

show's over. There's nothing left to see," Charles said, his words

friend, Rowena Smith, always said it was the prime spot for a

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