Meanwhile, Elisa woke up after barely over an hour of sleep, thirty thousand feet above the ground.
Even the most comfortable seats on a private jet couldn't compare to her bed at home.
Gareth, who was sitting next to her, had not slept at all, so he noticed Elisa waking up.
"Are you hungry? I'll have Thomas heat up some food," said Gareth, handing her a bottle of mineral water.
Noticing the newspaper placed next to Gareth, Elisa nodded without saying a word.
While Thomas went off to heat up the food, Gareth asked, "Did your uncle really not mention any reason when he called you this time?"
He pondered but couldn't figure it out.
What urgent matter could possibly require Elisa's presence, especially for someone as important as Winslow? Could it be that someone has been poisoned? But he has so many people around him, so that shouldn't be the case.
Elisa understood what he wanted to ask, but if Winslow didn't say anything, then she wouldn't know either. And if she didn't know, she certainly wouldn't make up stories for Gareth.
"My uncle didn't specify the reason. Whatever it is, we'll know once we get there," Elisa said, her voice calm and composed.
Gareth fell silent.
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