Sleeping in his arms, she didn't notice anything amiss. If he were injured, sleeping in his arms would surely hurt him, right?
Thinking this way, does it rule out the possibility of him being injured? Maybe she felt wrong when she touched him?
About two minutes passed.
Harry North entered the presidential suite and politely said, "Miss Eva Nightingale, let's pick a car. Downstairs at the Nightfall Palace, there's a huge garage."
The garage is filled entirely with limited edition luxury cars.
Cars?
Eva Nightingale remembered she had a car, a gift from her uncle, a striking red Lamborghini. She just didn't know where it was now.
That car had been with her for two years, from the age of eighteen until now, and she was somewhat attached to it.
She vaguely recalled being very fond of the car, but recently, she seemed unaware of its whereabouts?
Never mind.
She thought she'd ask Lolo later. Lolo should know where the car went.
No point in dwelling on it now.
