Opening the door to the private room, there was a long corridor. Following this corridor, there was an open-air garden in the sky.
The garden was huge.
It was early summer, the breeze was gentle, and various flowers in the garden were in full bloom.
As soon as Edward Thompson stepped into the garden, he spotted a graceful figure.
The woman was leaning against the railing, accentuating her waistline, holding a cigarette in her hand. The smoke partially obscured her stunning beauty.
It was...
Evelyn Andrews.
Edward's heartbeat began to quicken.
Thumping.
He touched his face, grateful that he was wearing a mask today.
Otherwise, how could he explain the scar on his face?
"Za..."
As he was about to speak, Evelyn turned her head and smiled, "Oh, Emperor Thompson! What a coincidence!"
"Yeah, what a coincidence."
Facing Evelyn, Edward didn't even dare to look into her eyes.
Evelyn walked up to him step by step, "Emperor Thompson, have you done something guilty?"
"No, no."
