They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Poor Imitation of Real Happiness Chapter 287: Poor Imitation of Real Happiness The drive was quiet and awkward.

The driver kept glancing at them through the rearview mirror, but no one spoke.

The city blurred past, closed shops, empty streets, and occasional flickers of streetlamps.

After nearly twenty minutes, the car finally slowed down at a neighborhood on the city’s edge.

But the silence of the ride was shattered by the scene in front of them.

One house stood alive with noise.

Music pounded through huge speakers set up on the lawn.

Flashing lights spilled from the windows, giving the house an eerie, flickering glow.

Laughter and shouting echoed off the nearby houses, but No one said a word.

No neighbors complained.

No lights turned on in protest.

It was like the whole street had agreed to pretend this house didn’t exist.

“That’s the place,” Abuchi said softly.

Karen raised an eyebrow.

“A party?

Seriously?” John frowned.

“This feels like a trap.” “I told you,” Abuchi replied.

“The guy is unpredictable.” The taxi driver scoffed.

“Whatever you all are doing, don’t bring trouble to my car.

I’m leaving.” He didn’t even wait for payment, just drove off as soon as they shut the doors.

Now, standing outside the loud house, the five of them stared ahead, tense.

It was wild.

Out of place.

Suspicious.

And their only option.

asked, eyeing the chaotic

the middle of all this madness?” “Yes,” Abuchi

“I know.

address he sent me.” “This

of ours,” Nnenna cut in,

to like it, we just need to

it is these lunatics are doing.” Karen didn’t

just knitted her eyebrows and stayed quiet, knowing Nnenna

front door, the bass of the music practically shaking the

out here,”

why is that?” Ekene asked,

know who I’m

least you’ll have

“No way.

can stay back,” he

you’ll need us.” Abuchi was both

came to wits, fighting instincts, and

irony wasn’t lost on

Still, he nodded.

“Fine.

of them pushed the

smoke, and too many

the rhythm of deep bass music,

crash of a bottle made it hard

they weren’t here

in this kind

here

For a shadow.

none of them had ever

them

and completely losing

then gold, casting wild shadows on the walls as bodies swayed to

were tossed around, people yelled over each

sprawled across couches like royalty in their

the kind of party people talk about for weeks afterward, but only to prove they were there, not because they truly

stood frozen for a moment, absorbing the

It was suffocating.

to

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