Their cars drove across the asphalt road as fast as it could dispersing into the air dusts, tagged behind the white limousine were three other different Mercedes Benz versions and a notable distinct corolla Camry.
They weren’t in the middle of the city anymore, matter of fact, they’re in the middle of a long bridge known as the interlock bridge between the New Republic City and the dream city. They’re actually in their way to visit madam dream, the royal CEO of DreamWear company.
Damian sat in the limousine, at the back of the partitioned section along Natasha beside him, before them were already served cups of wines, two empty bottles and an occupied bottle. Damian had a cup in his right hand as he peeked at the road through the tinted glass of his window, it was notable on his face he
