At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the sky in Angel City was dim, and the clouds in the sky became extremely thick under the light of Micah.

Shortly after falling asleep, Sophia woke up leisurely, resting her fingers on her forehead, frowning at the floating sculptures on the ceiling, seven roaring beasts of different shapes surrounding the feet of the goddess of the sea, roaring at her in various gestures. The goddess's face was lifelike, her expression was serene, and her eyes seemed to contain compassion, and she looked at Sophia from above, meeting her feeble gaze.

Sophia was covered with only a thin sheet of bed, and she was naked and in pain. The madness of last night's indulgence was tormenting her afterwards in a way she knew so well, physically and psychologically, mercilessly whipped and condemned. She was no longer young, and although she maintained a beautiful face and a moving figure, the years still took away the softness and agility that she had used to resist this punishment.

Sofia's personal assistant Richard. Sir Nunnis, as always, has chosen the perfect person for her to indulge in sensuality. They have young and powerful bodies, with the help of drugs, they have a passionate explosiveness, and she can continue to enjoy the pleasure under the strong impact.

She enjoyed the feeling, thoroughly and so much that she enjoyed it even if she had to endure the physical and mental punishment that followed it.

Last night the young man of Kezmia, who had just come of age, did not disappoint her in the slightest, he had squeezed out the last of her savings, and she had squeezed him dry. But passion always fades from the body, and after Nunis took the youth away, the great gap that grew stronger with age began to ruthlessly destroy her, torment her, and make her sleepless and tearful.

Then came nightmares, burning nightmares after nightmares, and she struggled, twisted, burned, and screamed in the silent flames, until she woke up with a convulsion that could not breathe, and she could not help but be short of breath and sweat profusely.

Sofia didn't know what had happened to her lately, and since the Zoroastrian hostage crisis, she had been living that puzzling dream, even if she fell asleep peacefully, sometimes falling into that strange nightmare, and finally waking up from the cruel flames.

That's not fair...... It was Schneider and Werner's decision, not hers, and she sometimes prayed to Yahweh, begging the all-powerful god to spare her. But even though she was the richest woman in the All-Silver League, with unimaginably vast wealth, her prayer was no more than ordinary people in return for the gods.

The night's insomnia and anxiety were exchanged for even crazier games, and she didn't want to be alone, but she couldn't find any reason to let this strange and strong body stay in bed until dawn. She has to dwell in the dark with these so-called 'tools' for bliss, and she can't have any feelings with them, or even let them know who they are.

In any case, she is a woman who is about to rise to the pinnacle of human power, and she is a symbol of the Heisenberg family's crossover from wealth to another extreme. Ever since she was called queen fifteen years ago, there has been a lot of Sophia among the people. Heisenberg is bound to become the ruler of the Silver Alliance, she doesn't know the trivial details, but she knows how much it comes from her eldest brother Werner. Heisenberg's instructions.

The pawns that lurk in the JAG and the media, and the politicians and activists who have been bribed by a lot of money, are deliberately meeting and doing everything in their power to get her to the finish line step by step, the perfect ending of the game that has been designed for a long time.

But is there any difference between them and the 'tool' she used last night? She couldn't tell.

The room was as silent as a grave in the morning, but finally there was a soft jingle of bells, a message from the internal pager at the bedside.

It was Sir Nunis, and only his communication device could be connected to the pager.

Sophia's sleepy eyes propped herself up, she turned on the communicator, and the thin sheets slid to her waist, revealing her snow-white breasts and flat lower abdomen.

"Say it, Richard." She was a little distracted.

"Madam, a staff member of the Development Committee named Campbell came to you, he did not make an appointment, and he did not explain the exact purpose of his purpose, only that there was a topic that would be of interest to you......"

"Bill. Campbell? Sophia frowned slightly, as the executive chairman of the Security Committee, she naturally knew this elegant and handsome mixed-race man, and she also knew that the head of the Kezmia Integrated Management Office was in the Yinmeng, but she couldn't guess his intention to come to her at this juncture, could it be that Zoroaster had any new information that she didn't know?

"Let him wait for me in the garden...... "Sophia still intends to listen to the so-called topic of this uninvited guest, she has an empty stomach, and feels that the large amount of physical energy consumed last night needs to be replenished." Richard...... Let the kitchen make a breakfast, add two more strengths to the coffee, and ...... Get me a pill for me......"

"Yes, ma'am." Nunnis spoke in a respectful tone.

Turning off the communicator, Sophia lifted the sheets and stood in front of the mirror in the closet, she scrutinized herself, her messy soft hair obscuring her godless eyes, her stubborn lips pale with discoloration, her skin no longer smooth as water, and her cheeks slightly sunken. She suddenly frowned in the mirror, stroked it lightly with her fingers, and found a bruise on her arm, but she was immediately relieved, shaking her head and smiling bitterly, it must have been the absurd trophy of last night. She pulled open the large closet door, slid the mirror to the side, found a bathrobe to slip on, and walked into the bathroom next door.

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The garden, named Xerly, is located on the top floor of the lower building of the quaint stepped twin towers in the historic Holy Son Thanksgiving Building in Angel City. Located on the shores of Lake André, the Garden of Chaelysée was an open café in the sky many years ago and was thriving.

After Sophia took up the post of JSA Security Committee, the two ancient buildings of astonishing value became the private residence of the Heisenberg family. She asked a master designer to design and build the original café into a hanging garden for her personal viewing only, with a variety of exotic flowers in between, although the overall number is not as large as that of Rahamam. Fakhl created "The Garden of Yarn" for his daughter, but in terms of the variety of famous products in it, it is more than that.