Grace Adams stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as Benjamin Moreland got into the Cadmium Light Green Mercedes-Benz G-Class and drove away.
The Mercedes-Benz G-Class paused for a moment at the gate.
The villa quieted down. Grace Adams looked down at the men's slippers on her feet, turned around, walked to the foyer, changed her shoes, and went outside. The courtyard was very large, and the driveway was long.
On both sides were plum blossoms of a type Grace Adams couldn't identify. The cold wind was harsh and biting, making her instinctively wrap her clothes tighter around herself.
"Madam, the General ordered that you cannot go out."
Grace Adams had just reached the door when the soldier in the watchtower saluted her, his voice loud and clear.
At this moment.
A dark green Jeep slowly stopped at the entrance.
Two people got out of the car, one being the previously departed service staff, Thompson, and the other a young female soldier in military uniform.
