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    Dolores paused, her foot hovering as she was about to leave. Her gazended on the sign for the stic surgery department, and she found herself momentarily captivated by the thought.


    Meanwhile, Norah was navigating the highway at a breakneck speed of 180 miles per hour. Her vehicle, a high-performance sports car, was well-suited for such speeds.


    Suddenly, two ck cars appeared in her rearview mirror. Norah paid them little heed; her focus was on returning to Glophia. Though she owned a private ne for international travel, shecked such convenience in her homnd. Securing a flight route here was a privilege reserved for the affluent and influential.


    As evening approached, Norah reached the midpoint of her journey.


    Traffic thinned as she entered a mountainous region, marked by frequent tunnels, the longest stretching over ten kilometers.


    Bored from driving alone, she turned on some music. The melodious voice of the singer filled the cabin, offering a much-needed distraction.


    This trip would give her some time with Alice once she arrived. Honestly, Alice’s involvement had significantly elevated Dream’s quality. The band’s fame was on the rise, overshadowing their previous identity as Rosy Secret. While Zeke asionally reminisced about their old hits, their inability to produce fresh, new tracks meant that public interest was slowly diminishing.


    Dream was unique. They were a vibrant group of young dreamers, each original song a masterpiece, which catapulted them to fame both in the music industry and on TikTok. That was the rhythm of the Inte age—without exceptional creations, obscurity loomed.


    Norah was thrilled about Dream and Alice’s shared sess, especially seeing Alice discover her true passion.


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    She longed to witness Alice’s radiance on stage firsthand, not through photographs or videos. Norah yearned to see the once-notorious assassin embrace the spotlight, relishing the adoration and love of the audience.


    With these thoughts, a warm, gentle smile spread across Norah’s face.


    And then there was Sean…


    Her return had be inevitable; she needed to speak with Sean again. Their prolonged standoff still lingered between them. What were their options? Would they stay together, or part ways? Norah was prepared for any oue. She refused to remain where she wasn’t wanted. Instead, she would pursue endeavors that were far more meaningful than wallowing in self-pity.


    Whenever Norah found herself alone, her thoughts would wander. As she navigated her car out of a tunnel and into the mountainous terrain, she was surrounded by sheer cliffs and winding roads.


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