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 get

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

She could not shake off the feeling that someone was watching her, and

but she was dodging

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

not say a word, and Ronald did

into the distance, Charles let out a slight smirk and tapped his finger against his knee in a steady beat.

taken aback. "But sir,

he could finish, Charles cut him off with a piercing look. "The show's over. There's nothing left to see,"

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 wild time after

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