Chapter 1745 No Movement
- As evening passed, the night was drawing near.
- Finnegan was seated inside the lakeside pavilion, idly flipping through a bland and uninteresting magazine. Across from him sat Amena, a woman who always harbored peculiar thoughts. With her hands cupping her face, she was perched at the stone table, quietly observing Finnegan.
- She didn't say a single word.