In the evening, three Mercedes-Benz cars had already been waiting respectfully downstairs at Bert Tower.
Grace, wearing high heels, walked out of the building gracefully.
Jonathan, with his hands in his pockets, followed indifferently by her side.
Amidst the complex and curious gazes of colleagues, the two got into the car.
The three Mercedes-Benz cars drove away...
Twenty minutes later...
The convoy of Mercedes-Benz cars traversed the bustling and congested streets, slowly entering one of the most renowned hotels along the riverside.
The Peace Hotel.
This was where Grace was attending the business banquet tonight.
A historical building along the river bank, the hotel was named "Peace," as if it were a symbol of an old era.
In front of the hotel hung flags of six kingdoms, confir
