Today's route seemed unfamiliar, but she didn't question it and remained seated silently.
As expected, the convoy traveled for half an hour but didn't leave Saint Emperia Island. Instead, they drove around the island on a mountain ring road. The view outside the car window was enchanting, filled with lush greenery.
Tara Summer was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery. As time went by, her confusion deepened, but her curiosity increased even more.
After nearly fifty minutes, the convoy finally stopped. The top of the mountain road was as flat as ground and it was refreshing to be there.
Before the driver could open the door, Tara Summer was the first to get out of the car. She immediately spotted a small Western-style house not far away. With its red bricks and white tiles, and surrounded by shading trees and flowers, it seemed like a dream.
