Anastasia cocked one of her eyebrows up in questioning.
Not long after, someone occupied the seat opposite Izara. It was a military officer.
Anastasia couldn't recognize the man but from his outfit which consisted of what the military officer wears, he was a military officer.
She chatted so casually with him, not once glancing in their direction. It was as if everyone else in the room was too terrified to even breathe, let alone look at them. Anastasia frowned, her mind racing with questions. What were they talking about? Was the military officer involved in whatever scheme was unfolding? Why was this conversation so important?
She couldn't help but wonder what was going on, but she quickly shook her head, trying to calm the rising frustration. She knew she couldn't risk sneaking in to eavesdrop again. If she was caught, everything would be ruined.
Anastasia decided to rest her head on the car seat and take a breather.
