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

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 party

meet him here, in the middle of all this madness?” “Yes,”

“I know.

the address he sent me.” “This isn’t my style at all,”

of ours,” Nnenna cut

we just

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

just knitted her eyebrows and stayed

door, the bass of the music practically shaking

out here,” Abuchi said, stopping

why is that?”

don’t know who I’m meeting,”

things go wrong, at least you’ll have a

“No way.

stay

need us.” Abuchi was

fighting instincts, and pure unpredictability, it might actually be his

wasn’t

Still, he nodded.

“Fine.

the five of them pushed the door

of alcohol, smoke, and too many people in

the rhythm of deep bass music, lights flashing across painted

of a bottle made it hard to

weren’t here to

in this kind of

here for

For a shadow.

none of them had

noticed them

shouting, and completely losing themselves in the noise just like

red, blue, then gold, casting wild

tossed around, people yelled over each

chairs, others sprawled across couches like royalty in their own

talk about for weeks afterward, but only to prove they

Nnenna, and the rest stood frozen for a moment, absorbing the

It was suffocating.

called “fun.” But to them, it looked more like a