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    No one had yet broken her record on the hacking leaderboard.


    He had been trying for a year but still hadn’t surpassed her.


    He missed the days when he tackled challenges with Moon.


    Sean logged onto the hacker forum, seeking information, yet he knew that T had alreadypiled it for him. Over the past year, he had scoured the depths of the hacker forum and Sacredice, hoping to catch even a whisper of Norah’s name.


    Norah was not just a doctor at Silver Boulder Private Hospital; she was also the enigmatic Supernatural Doctor, the daring racing driver Selene, and the renowned designer Noelle. He clung to the hope that somewhere, in some well-informed corner, he might find news of her.


    He could never let her go.


    But his search yielded nothing. Frustrated, Sean shut down hisputer, facing the bitter truth. Honestly, he hadn’t thought of her in a while, but tonight…


    His mind conjured the image of a dark purple sports car speeding down the track, and memories of her vibrant spirit flooded back.


    That driver couldn’t be her, but it reminded him of the woman who had once brimmed with life. The next day dawned.


    At the National Piano Competition’s opening ceremony in Bellfolk, the audience and judges settled into their seats. Sixteen promising pianist teams were set to perform adaptations of popr music, marking the ceremony with a unique ir.


    Joanna, Duncan, and the Scotts found their seats in the music hall, ready to be enveloped by the music. Of course, Duncan couldn’t appreciate the music. He disliked such settings, attending only to apany Joanna. Joanna and Susanna sat together, their eyes fixed on the pianists gracing the stage.


    Nancy, adorned in a tailored dress and meticulous makeup, glowed as she performed.


    Seeing her mother’s excitement, Susanna felt a pang of bitterness. She wasn’t the daughter her mother took pride in. Nancy’s piano talent was undeniable. At her age reaching the quarterfinals of thispetition was an impressive feat, allowing her topete with exceptional pianists.


    As Susanna surveyed the stage, her gazended on a particr woman. The woman wore an intricate golden mask, concealing the right side of her face and her entire chin. Yet, from her eyes and the shape of her face, it was clear she was stunning beneath the mask.


    Susanna nudged Joanna, pointing to the woman on stage.


    “Look, she is quite mysterious.”


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