Eva Nightingale slept until six in the evening.
When she got up, she heard the sound of cars below the villa. As she went down, she saw a globally limited edition luxury car, a super bulletproof prombron.
Beside the bulletproof car stood dozens of bodyguards in a neat formation, looking well-trained and extremely orderly.
Harry North walked down respectfully and greeted Eva Nightingale, "Miss Nightingale."
"The Crown Prince has some matters to attend to today and may not be able to personally pick you up. I've come to take you to dine at the Nightfall Palace."
Harry North had just rushed back from New York upon learning that his master had severe injuries and was now returned to the First Special District Military Hospital. He had instructed Harry North to pick up Eva Nightingale for dinner.
"..." Eva Nightingale was briefly stunned, looking at Harry North, he seemed familiar, yet she didn't remember.
How peculiar!
"Who are you?"
