Money and power could truly achieve anything.
At Herbert's command, the Rolls-Royce sped off like a sports car, taking us to the largest amusement park in the city.
It was supposed to be a bustling evening, but there was no one in the amusement park except for us. The driver bowed deeply and left, leaving the entire place to the two of us.
I carefully pushed the wheelchair. Even after we were seated in the Ferris wheel, my hands were still tightly gripping the armrests.
Herbert chuckled. "Kylia, you can let go. I won't fall."
I frowned, worried. "No, what if it spins too fast and hurts you? I have to hold on tight."
For a moment, I felt his eyes light up. He swallowed with difficulty, his Adam's apple bobbing, his expression complicated as he looked at me.
I held onto Herbert's
