Chapter 145 Three Hours

When the Voyager Association sent out the package, they had no idea the Rainy Season had ended early due to forces beyond their control. They assumed they still had some time to spare.

Maeve sat cross-legged by the fireplace. This time, the package wasn't a suitcase like the Voyager Association had used before. It was just an envelope.

Last time she communicated with the Voyager Association, she'd