Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 115

“Man, this is tough, Wallis looked totally stumped. “The quests at the art show are all loaded or high–flying, and what they care about the most is their privacy. The security in the afternoon is gonna be tight as a drum, and my usual party–crashing tricks might just not cut it this time.”

I’d never seen Wallis at a loss like this before. Whenever we wanted to crash a party in the past. she always had the inside scoop – from the quest list to the gourmet grub in the kitchen–but today seemed like a real thorn in the side.

I tried to cheer her up, “How about this, you focus on your stuff for now, and I’ll head over there early to stake out the place. If I spot someone I know, I’ll figure out a way to get in.”

The publicity and distribution plan had Wallis tearing her hair out. She nodded, “Stay in touch.”

So off I went, driving solo to the Art Gallery. But since I didn’t know the way that well, plus the gallery was remote. I ended up driving in circles nearby without finding the exact spot.

Scouting ahead was always Wallis gig. With no other choice. I had to call her for help.

“Don’t sweat it: those streets are a real rat maze.” Wallis comforted me. “But there’s another trick you can try.”

Wallis told me to park on the side and watch the passing cars, betting that if I saw three or more low–key luxury cars heading in the same direction, they were probably bound for the gallery.

after I hung up. I suddenly lurched forward, smashing uncontrollably into the

someone. A posh navy Porsche, no

sharp pain in my wrist and looked in the rearview mirror, I couldn’t help feeling a bit

the middle of a rush – just what I hate most. I got out of the car feeling down in the dumps, but when I looked up, I saw that

He still had those fiery red headphones around his neck, wearing a vintage biker jacket with matching casual jeans –

a smirk and said, “Xaviera, isn’t this fate that

but laugh. “Talk about

I finished speaking than a fresh wave of pain shot through my wrist, making me

He came over to me in few strides, concerned, “I’ll

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said. “If it’s not too much trouble, could you check my car for

looked flabbergasted, “You can’t be serious about the car being more important than you!”

to explain. “I’ve

need to get to the hospital. Timothy insisted, “Leave