In the cold night.
On the 40th floor of the financial center building.
Victoria poured John some tea.
She sat back in her seat.
Her eyes wandered a little as if she wanted to say something.
After a long while.
Victoria took a deep breath.
She said, "I know I shouldn't ask too many questions.
"But I just can't figure it out.
"How on earth did you do that?
"Is it convenient for you to reveal a little to me?"
The moment she asked this question,
Victoria regretted it.
Her body tensed up, and her well-proportioned and slender fingers intertwined with strength.
Her knuckles turned white.
"Do what?" John drank a mouthful of tea and asked.
After a short pause.
John put down his teacup and stood up.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Overlooking this charming and vast city.
His lips curled up.
