[The train slowly circled the city, passing through the dark buildings, with bright lights and the smoke-billowing locomotive reflecting the allure of midnight...]
The cellphone vibrated gently.
On the armchair sofa in the carriage, Anna shifted her gaze from Paul Soru's travel journal "Train Bazaar" in her hand and took out her phone.
Outside the window, the train slowly picked up speed, leaving the city center of London behind.
Having finished the gratitude dinner with Osborne, Anna no longer had any urgent schedule.
She didn't need to rush, so she let the butler book the next first-class compartment on the "Eurostar" train.
There was no other reason,
Besides allowing one to fly on a private jet from Paris to London in forty-five minutes, wealth also allowed Anna to spend a little more time leisurely traveling along the web-like railway lines, passing through Lyon, traversing the Ardennes, and finally arriving at St. Anton Alberg Station in Austria.
