CHAPTER 20
The City of London's skies were so clear this afternoon, even its clumps of clouds exuded a solar bias. Sarah's tiny fingers relentlessly play the lips of her champagne glasses. He continued to look out the window of the McCraven family's private jet, until the soft voice of a flight attendant made his daydreams come to light. "Miss Sarah, if you want to rest I'll take you to the room," said a flight attendant named Helena. "No, thank you," Sarah rejects Helena's offer by flashing her thin smile. "All right. If you need anything please call me, miss," Helena left Sarah. I don't know what he's thinking right now, his face looks so different this afternoon. Like there is a heavy burden that he is carrying at the moment, until he closes his eyes and enters the dream world. Just rest h
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