The moment the plane touched down, Roman was already on his feet. He said something brief to the pilot as he stepped off, the wind swallowing most of his words. The pilot only smiled and nodded in response. By the time Roman reached the exit, the car door was already open. “Sir.”

James stepped aside. Roman got in without slowing down. Another car pulled up behind them—Leo already inside. The convoy moved almost immediately.

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The house was quiet. In the kitchen, Evelyn stood by the stove, stirring absentmindedly. Lena had left not long ago after answering some call, saying it's something urgent. She hadn’t even explained properly before rushing...