After she went to the car, she didn’t utter a thing. The guards were all silent and simply drove, not even sure where they should go. They were waiting for her signal, her instructions as to where they should go.
However, knowing that Celine hadn’t called for them to drive her for so long now, the guards sensed her distress.
As the car moved through the city, Celine felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to fight it off, but it was no use. “Stop the car,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
The guards exchanged worried glances. “Miss Everson, are you okay?”
“I need to get out. I feel sick,” she said urgently.
They quickly pulled over in front of the Grand Luxe, one of the most renowned and expensive restaurants in the city. The u
