The special glass allowed James to see the scenery outside the window, while people outside couldn't see in.
Looking at the street, an inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart. The Hope Island of old, once full of laughter and vitality, is gone. Now, everyone on the streets is in a hurry. Apart from the oblivious children, few adults smile, and no one even stops for idle chatter. The hopeful Hope Island of the past certainly wasn't like this.
"Go to the Governor's Mansion," James said to the driver, his brows furrowed.
Soon, James arrived at Anna's workspace inside the Governor's Mansion. Faced with the bureau chief before her, who was always on his guard against her, Anna didn't even bother with a facade. Her sexy and fiery body tore itself open. From the dark red rift, two skinless, blood-drenched upper bodies of human females emerged. They assisted Anna in handling the various affairs of Hope Island.
"Speak," Anna said, her words concise.
