Feeling refreshed, Olivia Wynne was playing on her phone in her room. Hearing Zoya Doyle, she called out, "Okay."
When she came out of the room, a gust of cold wind lifted her hair. Olivia Wynne stretched her limbs and said softly, "The weather really isn't great."
When the wind picked up in the desert, it kicked up sand. Olivia Wynne felt like she was getting a mouthful of sand just from talking.
Zoya Doyle didn't like this kind of weather either. Hearing Olivia, she whispered, "It really is bad. I have no idea why Director Sanders chose a place like this."
Olivia Wynne just smiled and didn't say anything. 'They probably chose this place to avoid danger,' she thought. 'I just don't know if it will work.'
'If those people have connections, it won't take them long to find out where we are.'
'Of course, if Zachary Fairchild's side acts fast enough, we should be fine even if they find us here.'
