Zella sat down across the table, far away from the president and her daughter, along with a blackish and bald man named Jeremy Tyran. As she knew earlier, he's the head sector of the Calvorite, the homeland from where she was. The country is named Idris, and the other town was named Telamur.
It rang a bell inside her mind, but she feigned negligence.
The homelands weren't of significance for her now. Zella had to make sure she's going to be safe in the next few days. Upon trusting the president of Idris and her daughter, Zella knew she's in good hands.
"Ms. Laina Marcel, it's been an honor to meet you. Have you slept well last night?"
Jeremy's insides were shaking. It's the first time the president has caught a top fugitive they had been searching all along. And Tina's right—Zella quite doesn't remember anything besides her newest identity. Jeremy had to play along well, or else, they'd be busted.
