Late at night, at Savrow International Airport.


    Under the calm atmosphere, a storm was brewing, with multiple crises looming.


    Ralph had obtained an arrest warrant and joined forces with the customs department to hunt down Maxwell. They implemented stringent surveince protocols to avoid causing public panic or disrupting flight operations.


    Once Maxwell appeared, they were to capture him on the spot.


    Throughout the airport, police officers in disguise were strategically stationed,plemented by personnel from the Thompsons and Hoffmans beyond customs.


    Tonight, the airport had be a meticulously woven trap awaiting Maxwell''s arrival.


    As time ticked away, Asher, Ralph, and Ryan stood vigntly in the control room, their eyes fixed on numerous surveince screens. Despite the tension and their strained eyes, they dared not rx. "Mr. Asher, Captain Ralph, do you think..."


    Sensing the oppressive atmosphere, Ryan coughed lightly and asked, "Do you think it''s possible that Maxwell has been missing for so long because he underwent stic surgery? By now, he must''ve fully recovered. If he were to show up with a brand-new face right under our noses, we wouldn''t recognize him, right?"


    Asher stared coldly at the screen, too engrossed to hear what Ryan was saying.


    Out of politeness, Ralph nced at Ryan and replied to him. After all, Ryan had worked hard to help out in this matter. "If he underwent stic surgery, then how did he get noticed by the members of the Southern Star Syndicate?"


    Ryan blinked his charming eyes and suddenly felt enlightened. "Ah... That makes sense! Haha!"


    Ralph was at a loss for words. ''They say friends are supposed toplement each other. Did Justin make friends with Ryan to highlight his intelligence and wit?''


    "Wait a second. Zoom in on the center screen!" Ashermanded, his gaze fixed on the monitors, his muscr arms suddenly grasping the table''s edge.


    The police officer promptlyplied, opening up the central screen.


    The next second, all three of them were stunned.


    Suddenly, a strong, icy pressure filled the entire control room.


    To their astonishment, the person on the screen was none other than Christopher. He was pushing a wheelchair with his mother seated in it, apanied by his secretary, Taylor, and two bodyguards. "Christopher?! How dare he show up here?!" Ryan erupted in fury, mming his fist onto the table.


    "Christopher''s private jet is here. It''s very likely that Maxwell is boarding his private jet to leave Savrow."


    Asher''s expression was frosty as he stared coldly at the screen. "For him to appear at this moment with his mother, he''s probably trying to divert our attention, using his identity to cover for Maxwell." Ralph nodded gravely. "I agree. It''s too coincidental. He must''ve nned this!"


    "Damn it... Judging by how he''s rushing into our trap like this, Christopher is practically begging for trouble!" Ryan''s narrowed eyes seemed to emit sparks of anger.


    Despite the tense situation, his sudden witty remark brought a faint smile to the Thompson brothers'' faces.


    "Anyway, from now on, we must thoroughly monitor every corner of the airport. We must also watch Christopher closely. If necessary, he cannot leave the airport." Asher dered, his brows furrowed and his eyes shining with a cold glint.


    Christopher smoothly passed through customs, pushing his mother in a wheelchair. His secretary walked with them as they made their way toward his private jet.


    "Chris... Where are we going?" Mrs. Iverson looked up at her son, her expression innocent and childlike, not befitting her age.


    "Mom, you''ve been cooped up at home for too long. I''m taking you out to rx."


    Christopher''s deep, slightly upturned


    eyes brimmed with gentle warmth. Suddenly, he stopped and approached his mother. Kneeling beside her, he carefully arranged the fluffy nket over her knees. "We''ll go wherever you want to go. I''ll always be by your side."


    "Chris, haven''t you always told me you want to go on a graduation trip with Be? Haven''t you said your biggest wishes to be with Be? Bringing me along would be burdensome for you. Why don''t you go with Be? She hasn''t visited our home in a long time. You should make more ns with her when you''re free. I''ll make some delicious food for you guys. I remember that she likes chocte and cake... I''ll make them for you. When the timees, don''t tell her I made them. Just tell her that you made them yourself. Be will surely feel touched and delighted..."


    Upon mentioning Be, Mrs. Iverson''s eyes lit up slightly.


    "Mom, thank you for thinking of me. I''m also d that you''re fond of Be."


    Christopher raised his trembling hand and gently stroked his mother''s thin, frail cheeks, tears glistening in his eyes as he forced a radiant smile. "But this time, I can''t persuade Be to join me. I''m sorry for disappointing you."


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    Upon seeing her son''s distressed expression, Mrs. Iverson''s hands fluttered anxiously in the air like a clueless child. "I''m not disappointed. I''m simply concerned that you won''t find happiness. It''s alright. There''s plenty of time ahead. Just try to spend more time with Be in the


    future. Eventually, she''ll recognize


    your efforts and surely fall for you!"


    Christopher nodded gently, shing a smile. However, he felt like his heart was boiling in hot oil.


    Over time, Mrs. Iverson''s mind became muddled, and her memory and bodily functions were gradually deteriorating.


    She thought that Christopher was still in high school or college.


    Sometimes, she even saw him as a child, ying happily at her feet.


    Unfortunately, she hadpletely forgotten what her son looked like.


    "Mom, since you adore Be that much, I''ll make sure she falls in love with me. I''ll work hard and make her your daughter-inw." Before Christopher could finish his sentence, a cold voice pierced through his heart from behind.


    "Christopher."


    It was Be''s voice!


    How could he not recognize the woman who haunted his dreams?


    Christopher could not contain his joy as he turned around immediately. However, his expression quickly darkened in the next moment.


    He turned to see Be and Justin standing side by side before him, their expressions frosty, emanating palpable hostility.