"I submitted it, but they refused to take it!"
The young man muttered indignantly.
It's right that they dare not take it, Roland thought to himself, offending Alina has some room for maneuver, but offending Sofia would lead to King Franz and his family watching you intently.
The plaza was still crowded, but Roland no longer felt like participating.
Suddenly, he missed Alina a bit.
Is she doing okay?
She didn't go to the Arctic Icefield. Over half a month had passed since Roland last saw her.
Roland suddenly felt somewhat restless.
For the past half month, he had been traveling long distances every day, anxious and worried, and the suppressed desires over this period ignited with the young paparazzo's story.
He needed to cool down.
Sif was still on her way home, Sister Lisa was accompanying her.
The only one he could think of was Sofia.
Remembering that drunken night, Roland's heart raced a bit.
