The luxury car had just driven away, carrying the two beautiful women and leaving Al behind. Inside the sleek two-seater, Yura sat quietly in the passenger seat while Devy handled the wheel with calm precision.
Devy glanced sideways at her companion for a brief moment. Yura's expression was sharp, her lips pressed into a faint frown as she stared straight ahead, refusing to let her emotions slip through.
"Are you alright, Yura?" Devy finally asked, her tone careful.
But Yura gave no answer. Silence stretched out between them.
The only sounds that filled the air were the low, steady hum of the engine and the bustling noise of Makazhar's morning streets. Even at such an early hour, the city was already alive with honking horns, vendors calling out, and pedestrians rushing toward their destinations.
Seeing Yura's refusal to respond, Devy didn't push further. Instead, she offered a faint, almost knowing smile and returned her focus to the road, letting the silence linger.
