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In the garage of a bustling underground mall, Mandy Qamar slipped into a black gown, void of her usual flair, with only a touch of light makeup applied. Her delicate, smooth skin and a face glowing with a rosy hue stood out even in the noisy mall—like a lotus rising unblemished from the mud, compelling both men and women around her to cast more than a passing glance.
Mandy Qamar waited there, and soon a black sedan came to a hurried stop beside her.
"Get in," a stranger in a suit and sunglasses commanded from inside the car.
Mandy Qamar quickly surveyed the interior of the car, took a deep breath, and then opened the back door.
"I can close my eyes myself; I don't need that," Mandy Qamar noticed another man in the backseat, dressed like the driver, holding a hood meant to cover her head, and spoke with a resolute tone that gave off an aura that was not easily approached.