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,

posh

and looked in the rearview mirror, I couldn’t help feeling

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 familiar gray hair.

had those fiery red headphones around his neck, wearing a vintage biker jacket

he looked at me with a smirk and said, “Xaviera, isn’t this fate that brings us

but laugh. “Talk about

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

Timothy was quick on the uptake. He came over to me

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thought about the Freeman thing and said. “If it’s not too much trouble, could

looked flabbergasted, “You can’t be serious about

that.” I struggled to explain. “I’ve got something

not, you need to get to the hospital. Timothy insisted, “Leave the car to the