Chapter 95

• From afar, Celeste spotted Amelia walking away and, after a brief pause, decided to follow her quietly. When she reached the gate, the fading sunlight cast an eerie glow on a line of sleek black cars parked nearby, giving them an air of understated yet undeniable power.
• Amelia confidently approached the third car, and as the door swung open, Celeste felt a sudden wave of despair. Her heart dropped when she saw who stepped out—it was Damian, there to pick her up himself!
• The luxury cars rolled away slowly, their engines growling like a beast, gradually fading into the distance until they vanished down the tree-lined road. Celeste stood frozen, her grip on the clutch so tight it was starting to warp, her fingers turning pale from the pressure, but she was oblivious to it all.