Nica heard the store door open. She took a peek, only to be disappointed when it wasn't Vincent. Ever since he left that day, she hadn't set her eyes on him.

"He just returned-where could he have gone?" Nica mumbled.

"He went to meet his old dancing team," Old Evan replied, emerging from the room behind her.

"Huh? I mean, why?"

Vincent's dancing team had disbanded after the last competition, where they hadn't performed well. Besides, they didn't want to be part of a company owned by Vincent's family. Since then, there had been no word from the team.

"After you left, they called Vincent. One of them found out...