The city's night sky glittered with countless stars, vast and endless.
Claire stood beneath a large tree, drawing in several deep breaths before her mind finally cleared a little.
Just as she was about to turn back inside.
Suddenly, a group of men appeared at the main entrance.
Leading them was a tall, imposing figure in a custom-tailored suit. Every movement radiated authority and a mysterious nobility.
Claire recognized him instantly. Gilbert Watson.
Her heart gave a sharp jolt, her breath catching in her throat.
Unlucky. To run into him here, of all places. What was he doing here?
The vineyard suddenly felt unnaturally silent, too silent. She glanced again at the men behind him.
Each one walked with commanding steps, exuding the aura of power. Among them were several distinguished foreign guests.
Clearly, Gilbert was here for an important engagement. A passing waiter confirmed her suspicion, this venue had been fully booked by the Ministry of Commerce.
