It was late, and the team didn't want Zara to stay out late, so after buying all the watermelons, they had all of them transported to the convoy.
When the uncle seller offloaded everything from the truck, he left happily as he recalled the discussion; he had with Emma earlier.
Back to the convoy, the broadcasting was still ongoing, and it was very clear as day, that's how good the drones were.
Inside the kitchen RV, the chefs were busy preparing supper while Zara sat outside in her wheelchair as she looked at Emma who was begrudgingly doing something that was not willing to do at all.
"Nanny, if you don't make that cup of juice pretty quick. Trust me, tonight I will go on strike!" Zara shamelessly threatened without care as she glared at Emma and then the big watermelon, she had set her sight on from the moment she saw the small heap of watermelons getting sold earlier.
