Emma chuckled and stood up, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. "Your features are stronger now, unlike the last time I saw you." She shook her head. "You like death games," she added with another laugh.
"How did you know I'm here?" I narrowed my eyes. She's too calm not to know what's going on.
"Why won't I know? His highness texted me as soon as you arrived in this country," she said, raising her wine glass proudly. "I was there when he carried you like his treasure from the private jet." She took a slow sip.
We travelled by jet? I didn't even know that. So I missed my first plane experience? I've only ever travelled by ship!
"How come you were there?" I asked.
"I've been in touch with his highness for years," she smirked. I won't lie, that creepy smile of hers bothered me. She has changed a lot. Ladies her age wouldn't dare to mess with her cold expression.
Wait… did she say she's been in touch with Ethan for years? "How?" I asked.
