Retreat

In the cold night.

On the 40th floor of the financial center building.

Victoria poured John some tea.

She sat back in her seat.

Her eyes wandered a little as if she wanted to say something.

After a long while.

Victoria took a deep breath.

She said, "I know I shouldn't ask too many questions.

"But I just can't figure it out.

"How on earth did you do that?

"Is it convenient for you to reveal a little to me?"

The moment she asked this question,

Victoria regretted it.

Her body tensed up, and her well-proportioned and slender fingers intertwined with strength.

Her knuckles turned white.

"Do what?" John drank a mouthful of tea and asked.

After a short pause.

John put down his teacup and stood up.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Overlooking this charming and vast city.

His lips curled up.