"Miss, you're carrying the President's baby, who is our Crown Prince's heir, so you can't go hungry. I'll come to pick you up tonight," Harry North said politely.
"Okay."
Eva Nightingale agreed.
They ran up and down all day and were tired, how could she not agree? Otherwise, it would waste their time and goodwill.
Saying this, Eva Nightingale got up and went upstairs.
After gauging that Eva had gone upstairs, Harry North turned around, got into the car, and left with the bodyguards.
*
Time rewinds to the afternoon.
Carla Carr, drunk and dizzy, climbed out of a window and sneaked away.
She always felt a pang in her heart, a bit of discomfort.
During this time, Alexander Kingsley wasn't around, and she missed him so much.
So, Carla took a cab to the First Special District, thinking, Alexander should be back, right?
The Crown Prince is back after all.
Last night, Eva was with the President, so, does that mean Alexander should be back too?
Thinking this way.
