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    The venue was charged with the odors of alcohol and body heat as people swayed on the dance floor, each movement full of allure. As the powerful rock tunes continued, the dancers responded with intensified fervor.


    Yvonne finished her drink in one gulp and plunged into the dancing throng.


    She found herself moving rhythmically among the people, gradually being nudged until she stood at the very front of the stage.


    In a swift motion, Yvonne climbed onto the stage, seized the microphone, and said, “Let’s dance!”


    The backup dancers, initially taken aback, quickly caught her enthusiasm and matched her energy.


    From below the stage, Leif was taken aback to hear a familiar voice; he looked up to see Yvonnemanding the stage, wiped his brow in shock, and pulled out his phone to capture the moment for Norton.


    At home, Norton remained in the living room, his anxiety mounting with each passing moment that Yvonne hadn’t yet returned. The housekeeper mentioned that Yvonne had briefly returned home before leaving again.


    Concern crept into Norton’s thoughts—could she have gone racing?


    Out of the blue, his phone vibrated. He snatched it up, hoping for good news, only to find a message from Leif.


    Disappointment struck him first.


    His disappointment quickly escted to anger upon viewing the photo attached to Leif’s message.


    On stage, a woman danced—clearly Yvonne, whom he had been expecting all evening.


    With a scowl, Norton tapped out a message to Leif, asking, “Where is this?”


    Leif promptly replied with the location of the bar.


    Upon reading the address, rage coursed through Norton.


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    He seized his car keys and tore out of the garage, his vehicle nearly flying down the road.


    Arriving at the nightclub, he saw Leif positioned by the entrance.


    “Mr. Burke, there’s no need for concern. Mrs. Burke is here with arge group, and it’s quite secure,” Leif tried to reassure him, assessing the stormy look on Norton’s face.


    He had done all he could for Yvonne.


    “Arge group? Is that supposed to be safe?”


    With a scoff, Norton swung the door open and marched in.


    As he entered, several women turned their heads, their expressions alight with curiosity and intrigue.


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