Inside the car heading toward the royal palace.
Camilla gazed at the scenery whizzing past the window, lost in thought.
The delicate beauty reflected on the glass appeared cool and detached, revealing nothing of her true emotions.
But Sonia knew—her mistress was worried about President Luther.
Then again, she couldn't help feeling that a man like President Luther would never act without certainty.
Or perhaps, whatever he did, he always gave the impression of holding all the cards.
Stephen broke the silence in the car.
"What's on your mind, Mrs. Luther?"
"I was just thinking," Camilla pulled herself from her thoughts and turned to Stephen with a faint, knowing smile, "that President Mega actually has the time to personally escort me there."
"This isn't some trivial matter.
Even if I didn't have the time, I'd make it," Stephen replied, lips curving as he glanced out the window, his eyes narrowing slightly.
