My life had changed by a massive margin: the buildings around me, people, food, everything different. But being in Los Angeles in my current location, I just felt at home.
My most powerful allies were in Michigan, Rome, and even Texas, but somehow I just felt safest here.
It didn't matter that a group of billionaires who were my enemies were building a base here.
Remembering them put me in a foul mood, my expression twisting.
"Daddy, you even got them a jammer!"
Valera's excited voice brought me out of my thoughts, and I turned, looking at the girl who was a few steps away, staring through the glass walls of the room at the convoy below.
"I believe so."
"You're not sure?" Valera turned to look at me, confused.
The sight of her in a tight short skirt and white top, wearing white socks, made my tongue sneak out, and I stood up.
