The sun was setting, painting the sky red as dusk approached.
A line of ten Mercedes-Benz cars formed a defensive formation, slowly moving through the twilight streets.
Inside one of the Mercedes-Benz cars, Grace sat, her eyes filled with complexity. She opened her laptop and continued to handle business documents, using busyness to counter the constant worries in her heart.
Meanwhile, Jonathan sat calmly beside her, lighting a cigarette and exhaling slowly.
Tonight was the final night.
The deadline of three days given by the Oscar family's blood letter was approaching.
Grace lifted her head from her busy work, her beautiful eyes scanning the man beside her, then gazing complexly out the window.
Scenes of the twilight street flew by rapidly.
Because of the projects in her hands, th
