...
"Does he really not want to talk anymore?" Qili asked anxiously.
"No, he won't even see me."
"Is it because you're with us, so that's why he refuses to cooperate with us? Just like Alvis?"
"No, I swear it's not. If that were the case, now would be the perfect time to slap me in the face, wouldn't it?" Gegil sighed helplessly.
...
Time slipped away bit by bit.
Some were still hoping for a turnaround, but none came.
Some were still guarding against a reversal, but that didn't happen either.
Alvis quietly sent people to monitor Angel, yet he did nothing, only sitting calmly on a bench.
As incredible as it sounded, it was the truth. It was as if he really was a pawn Alvis had arranged long ago.
Even Alvis couldn't quite believe it.
"Could it be that I underestimated my own charm? Maybe he's actually loyal to me?" When every other possibility seemed impossible, this one... started to feel plausible. At least, that's what Alvis thought.
...
Finally, five o'clock sharp.
