Romilda stepped out of the car, waiting while the driver lowered her suitcase from the trunk. She stood beside the vehicle, restless, occasionally glancing toward the black van parked in front of a shabby nightclub that was still closed in the afternoon.Romilda had decided to follow the van driven by her father and the thugs. Eventually, it stopped here—at this club.The driver looked at her hesitantly.“Miss? Are you sure you want to stop here? I was told to make sure you get to the airport.”“Just tell them I arrived at the airport safe and sound.”“But, miss—”Romilda casually pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the driver.“I’m already at the airport. Got it?”The driver accepted the money and nodded obediently.“Yes, miss.”Romilda pulled her trench coat tighter around her body. Her new face still felt stiff and slightly sore, but she knew she looked perfect. To the pedestrians passing by, she probably looked like a wealthy woman who had simply wandered into the wr
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