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    Rachel, still in bed and wincing from the difort, managed a small smile.


    “It stings, but don’t worry, I’m not about to die or anything.”


    “Rachel! This isn’t funny!”


    “I’m not joking. It really hurts.”


    Yvonne leaned in instantly. “Where? Should I call a doctor? Do you need me to massage it?”


    Rachel sighed. “I just need some rest. So, Yvonne, how about saving those tears and just sitting with me instead?”


    Yvonne nodded so fast it was almostical.


    Andres, seeing that things were finally settling down, took that as his cue. “I’ll take my leave now.”


    Rachel turned to Yvonne and said, “We really owe this gentleman a lot.”


    Following Rachel’s lead, Yvonne jotted down her number. “Here’s my contact information. What happened today was entirely my fault. Don’t worry, I’ll take full responsibility—whether it’s for your car or the medical expenses you covered, I’ll make sure topensate you properly.”


    Andres didn’t protest. He simply took the card between his fingers and gave a polite nod. “Until next time.”


    With that, he turned and walked away.


    When Trey and Samira couldn’t find Rachel and Yvonne anywhere in the club, they knew they had no choice but to call Brian.


    The moment Brian got the call, his expression darkened with worry. “What? How did this happen? Keep looking for them and update me the second you find anything.”


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    An hourter, Samira called again, but the news was no better.


    “Don’t stop searching. I’ming over now,” Brian said firmly, pushing open the door as he spoke.


    But as soon as he walked in, his eyesnded on Tracy, barefoot on the cold floor, staring at him with a fragile expression.


    Before he could say a word, she took a step closer. “Brian, I overheard your call. Rachel’s missing, and I know you must be anxious. Go find her. I’m feeling much better, so don’t worry about me. I don’t want to slow you down.”


    Brian was caught off guard. He had braced himself to exin, but instead, she was being surprisingly considerate.


    “Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked, studying her carefully.


    Tracy gave a firm nod, forcing a smile. “Yes, really. Rachel needs you more right now. Don’t worry, I can handle myself.”


    Without another word, he grabbed his coat and headed out the door. The moment he was gone, the warmth in Tracy’s expression disappeared, reced by an unreadable look.


    A few minutester, Brian was seated in his car.


    Just as he was about to start the engine, his phone suddenly buzzed.


    Noticing Tracy’s name on the screen, he picked up and said, “Hello?”


    But instead of her voice, an unfamiliar one spoke. “Hello, sir, are you a rtive of Tracy?”


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