"...Hmm." Daisy Ginger hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Let's just take a tour of the city first. I'll tell you where to go once I decide."
The driver glanced at her, a bit puzzled, but he had encountered customers like this before in his career, so he didn't ask any questions and drove off.
While Daisy Ginger was leisurely sightseeing in Chicago, the entire city's traffic, accommodation, hospitals, and even aviation were under unprecedented stress due to Edward Stephens' orders.
The news even reached Robert Stephens' bamboo garden, making the resting man's face slightly gloomy. Charlotte Smith, attending to him, noticed the hint of menace in his eyes and nervously broke into a cold sweat.
...
"Looks like there's a jam ahead on the highway," the driver gradually slowed down, peered curiously out the window, "No idea what's going on, but we can't get through."
