The black luxury Flying Car, escorted by dozens of Feiyang Longsword Mechas, sped along the highway. In the sky, three combat jets cruised high among the clouds, while two support-type jet-armed helicopters closely guarded the convoy on both sides.
Inside the car, Margaret curled her long, beautiful legs on the leather sofa, with one hand supporting the sofa and the other placed on her curled-up thighs. The Martland whiskey in her hand gently swirled into a golden vortex amidst ice cubes and the glass tumbler.
Sitting on the opposite sofa, Annie closed the folder in her hand, raised her head, and looked at her lifelong friend, who was also the master she had sworn loyalty to. As for Annie's recent report, Margaret seemed completely unimpressed; she only quietly gazed out of the window, her mesmerizingly beautiful face enchanting yet cool.
"Has he woken up?" Margaret asked absentmindedly, gazing out of the window, her eyes becoming tender at this moment.
