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.

the place?” Nnenna asked, eyeing the chaotic

to meet him here, in the middle of all this

“I know.

address he sent

any of ours,” Nnenna cut in, folding her

we just need to get the

no dancing, no whatever it is these

knitted her eyebrows and stayed quiet, knowing Nnenna

up to the front door, the bass of the music practically

guys should wait out here,”

go in alone.” “And why is that?” Ekene asked, narrowing

know who I’m

go wrong, at least you’ll have

“No way.

stay back,” he added, nodding toward Nnenna, “but the rest

goes sideways, you’ll need us.” Abuchi was both grateful

fighting instincts, and pure unpredictability, it might actually be

irony wasn’t

Still, he nodded.

“Fine.

five of them pushed the door open and stepped into the

alcohol, smoke, and too many people

deep bass music, lights flashing across painted

crash of a bottle made it hard to

they weren’t

this kind of

were here for

For a shadow.

man none of them had

them walk

and completely losing themselves in the

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

yelled over each other, laughing without really

sprawled across couches like royalty in their own

talk about for weeks afterward, but only to prove they were there,

rest stood frozen for a moment,

It was suffocating.

what some called “fun.” But to them, it

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