Phoenix Flight HQ
In the building's lobby, an elegant-looking woman, dressed in a black coat over a wine-pink dress, walked in. Her long black hair whipped behind her as her almond-shaped eyes scanned the lobby.
Many heads turned to her instinctually. But one in particular brightened the instant he saw her.
Han Jae-won rushed up to his sister, bowing his head slightly once he was in front of her. "Welcome, sister. Do you want to head to my suite so we can discuss or—"
"I plan to do no such thing." She lifted a hand, arching a brow as she picked up something.
An invisible crimson thread that had always been prominent here was no longer present. Instead, it swerved out of the building—seemingly connecting to somewhere further in the city.
"So the rumours are true." She shook her head. "Guide Ambrose not only moved out but quit."
Jae-won frowned. "Quit? I thought those were only rumours."
