The woman before me was breathtakingly beautiful, with a stunning figure, so gorgeous it was beyond description.
But what was she doing out so late at night, heading to "that place"?
"Right!" Emily Stone didn't understand, "Is there a problem?"
"Miss, are you here for tourism?" the driver asked with a frown, "But the viewing plaza in front of the Presidential Mansion isn't open. You'd better go first thing tomorrow morning."
"The Presidential Mansion!?" Emily's complexion changed as she stared wide-eyed at the driver, "The, the Presidential Mansion? Are you sure you got the address right!?"
"Of course I'm not mistaken. In all of Sois, even a three-year-old child knows the exact address of the Presidential Mansion!"
The Presidential Mansion? Emily's face turned slightly pale, and after searching her mind, she suddenly remembered the map she had seen before, which matched the address Sally gave her to a tee!
Sally, could she be... the daughter of the president!?