All who gathered here were businessmen, businesswomen, agencies, affairs, and also the media. The media and reporters were flashing their cameras everywhere, waiting for an exciting incident to happen.
Even at occasions like this, deals like weapons and drugs were common under the table—and sometimes even in public—and no one could talk.
“These photographers took the better of me. I don’t like being surrounded like this,” Nadia complained.
I chuckled, and she rolled her eyes. It was the first time I had heard her complain about something.
My laughter vanished as I froze when I espied a familiar face from afar.
I stammered in a whisper of disbelief, “Liana!”
“What?” Nadia asked in confusion.
I didn’t reply. I moved toward where the girl was standing, but I couldn’t spot her. She vani
