Five years later, in Bartham, Caldor.

A black Mercedes was speeding along the highway from the airport to the city center, and in its spacious backseat sat a woman accompanied by a young boy who was approximately four or five years old.

The woman sported a pixie cut and was dressed in a Chanel suit. Her impeccable makeup and attire exuded an aura of elegance and professionalism.

There was a laptop on her lap. Even while traveling at high speed, she seemed engrossed in her unfinished work.