In a clean and bright little porridge shop, within the quiet air, there was a lingering aroma of food. Charlotte suddenly felt a hard-to-describe attachment.
In her office, they'd been busy for nearly three months. It wasn't until this moment that they began to truly relax.
Everything was set in stone.
The net being cast started slowly pulling in. The fish inside was struggling desperately, just waiting to be hauled up when the net was drawn, one by one thrown onto the shore.
Big Head Geogre had cut off three of Luna Miller's fingers, and she still hadn't fully figured out why, but regardless of the reason, she had to make Big Head Geogre pay a sufficient price.
Luna said she didn't want to owe anyone favors, but the person she owed wasn't anyone else, it was Atlas, so she didn't mind.
Though she initially had no appetite, she ended up eating two small bowls. After finishing, Atlas took her to the hotel.
Charlotte sat in the car and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
