Angela’s POV
We had already disembarked from the helicopter, and Gregory and I were now being driven back to my apartment. The car glided smoothly on the road as I curled up in the backseat.
“How are you doing? Are you feeling alright?” Gregory asked, eyeing me with concern through the rearview mirror.
I shook my head faintly, signaling that I was feeling fine. Then turned my gaze to the street outside. After the mental duress I had to endure from the charity auction gala just now, I was completely drained. Besides, it was getting late. I observed as the wind whipped the willow catkins on the street into a frenzy.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this exhausted.
It must’ve been four years ago. In Holsvok, Silvia reminded me.
Yes, we had been aboard a massive cruise sh
