“There’s a New Year’s Eve event soon. Let’s all go together. We’ll head to the beach to set off fireworks later. I’ll make sure to light up a big golden flower for you to see,” Peyton said.
Frey smiled faintly. She felt incredibly fortunate to have met someone as warm-hearted as Peyton.
Despite her difficult circumstances, Peyton had managed to thrive and share her kindness with others. Frey felt lucky to have such a person in her life.
With a smile, Frey replied, “Peyton, I have something else to do today, so I won’t be able to join you. Let’s plan to get together another time.”
Peyton, understanding and considerate, said softly, “Don’t be sad, Frey. There’s no obstacle in this world that you can’t overcome. You’ll get through it, just keep pushing forward.”
Frey was driven by a desire to resolve the lingering grievances between the Gomez and Morgan families, which had been consuming her.
The streets were bustling with people celebrating New Year’s Eve. To manage the crowds, the city government restricted traffic flow on several streets.
Frey intended to travel from her apartment to the Gomez Mansion near Newport Villa, passing through the city center and several fireworks spots along the way.
Given the traffic restrictions, self-driving cars were not an option, and only designated taxis were allowed on one-way lanes.
She took a taxi and got off at a spot not far from the Gomez Mansion.
Stepping out of the car, Frey pulled her thin cotton-padded jacket tighter around herself, feeling the chill of the night.
She glanced over at Newport Villa, noticing that only the first-floor lights were on. The upper floors remained dark, with only a few wall lamps illuminating the stairwell.
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