The sunshine was falling down warmly, hanging in the light blue sky without the harshness of the summer.

It was not too warm, wrapping the body like soft and comfortable long-worn cotton underwear. The wind that blew occasionally also didn't feel cold, the sunshine was just right.

There sat Isaac and Wright on the rattan chairs in the yard and a few guards dressed in an all-black suits could be seen standing a few meters away from them.

"Please, sir. Only you can help me with this great task because I know very well that I can't win against Mrs. Donovan," Mr. Wright implored earnestly, his gaze fixed on his...