Twelve hours ago, Samuel arrived outside Dhia's apartment. It was a small gated place, a three-story tall building. It hardly looked like the ideal place to live, but due to the small land mass and high population, these buildings would cost millions.
It was also closer to central London where Buckingham Palace was, just that alone raised land prices through the roof. Samuel looked at the narrow road; he was reminded of the time when he first visited these types of streets. There was hardly any place to park!
" Drive up to that small tree, that's my usual parking spot." Dhia instructed him. She didn't meddle much with London elites, so she didn't know what he was feeling. After parking, he carried the whole alcohol crate inside the gate.
