From his car window, Bryson watched her depart.


    As Hannah approached themunity’s security booth, she nced back and called out, “Until next time, Mr.


    Mitchell.


    ”


    It wasn’t until Hannah vanished from view that Bryson regained hisposure and drove off.


    Upon reaching her home, Hannah kicked off her shoes onto the carpet and sank onto the sofa, even before the room lights were on.


    Suddenly, her phone rang.


    Recognizing the caller, she promptly answered.


    Loud music sted from the other end, prompting Hannah to distance the phone from her ear.


    “Lydia, are you at a bar again?”


    “Hannah, Lydia’s in a drinking contest with someone.


    I can’t dissuade her.


    If she overdoes it, I’ll get med,” a female voice, distorted by the bar’s music, ryed this.


    Sitting upright, Hannah responded, “Give me the location.


    I’m on my way.


    ”


    “It’s been sent through WhatsApp!””


    “Alright, keep an eye on her.


    I’ll be there soon.


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    After ending the call, Hannah quickly headed out and called a taxi.


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    Guided by the provided address, she urged the driver to hasten to the bar.


    Upon entering, the bar’s vibrant lights momentarily blinded her.


    Squinting, Hannah made her way to the center of the bar.


    She spotted Lydia in a booth, her distinct red hair waving as she drank with a woman.


    As Hannah approached, the deafening beats from the DJ made her increasingly agitated.


    She reached Lydia just as thetter took another swig.


    Snatching the bottle away, Hannah yelled, “Lydia!”


    Lydia, not too drunk, recognized Hannah and flung herself at her, nting a ki*s on her cheek.


    “Hannah! What brings you here?”


    Seeing Lydia’s drunken state, Hannah sighed.


    Wrapping an arm around Lydia, she urged, “Let’s head home.


    ”


    Lydia seemed to agree, setting down her wine ss, ready to depart.


    “What? Backing out already? Afraid to challenge us? Resorting to bringing backup is a low move, even for you, Miss Phillips.


    ”


    The taunting came from the woman Lydia had been drinking with, her red lips contrasting with s@xy attire.


    She gestured at Hannah with her wine ss.