A VIP of significant status was about to depart from the airport to Antaria, prompting the entire airport to be cleared. The control tower staff were all on high alert, scanning the area. "Gosh, it''s Ms. Lewis!" a professionally dressed woman eximed excitedly, her enthusiasm palpable.
"Who''s that?" a young neer curiously asked.
"Are you even from Jonford? How do you not know Ms. Lewis?" The woman smacked the neer''s head down onto the desk in frustration.
"Sorry, I just transferred here yesterday. I''ve only just gotten to know about figures like Walter Watson and Grant Zell!" the neer protested, feeling wronged.
"Walter Watson''s era is over. It''s now Ms. Lewis'' here in Jonford. See that woman in the ck trench coat surrounded by eight bodyguards? That''s her!" The woman''s excitement caused her to stter the window with spittle.
"You don''t have to know Walter Watson or the governor, but you have to know Ms. Lewis. She''s a goddess to us women!"
"Nonsense, she''s also a goddess in the eyes of us men." A calm and steady voice came from behind them. Everyone turned around, visibly shaken.
It was the chairman of Jonford Airlines!
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in the airport, a luxurious private jet, emzoned with Southern Heaven''s insignia, cut a powerful image on the tarmac. This brand-new private ne was a custom order purchased by Lucas Skye for over three billion. It was delivered justst week, and the Skyes'' old patriarch had not even had a chance to enjoy it yet.
Last night, Theo urgently had the insignia painted on the ne. This morning, he finalized all the asset transfer agreements and aviation records.
Nash brought five people with him-Bertram, Regulus, Eric, Lumi, and Euria. Besides them, there was Hera and her eight bodyguards as well as Leigh, who brought his wife and daughter, along with four retired bodyguards from the Southern Territory. Henderson also brought his family, which included his wife, children, and several expert marksmen from the Inspection Office. "Mr. Zink, you''ve brought enough people to have a feast!" Leigh eximed.
Henderson had two sons and two
daughters. He also brought both his parents and his wife''s parents, making up a group of ten. "Well, the invitation didn''t limit the number of guests!" Henderson said withan awkwardugh.
The atmosphere grew solemn when Leigh spotted someone. An elderly man in traditional green attire, decorated heavily with medals, was being assisted by Olivia. The man''s meticulouslybed white hair and sharp look despite his aged face indicated his distinguished past.
Nash had previously treated his cerebral hemorrhage, and his dementia had also disappeared, allowing his health to improve significantly. Recently, he had even started walking without a wheelchair. "Mr. Lee." Hera removed her sunsses and joined Olivia in assisting the retired major.
With a kindly smile, Oliver said, "Hera, don''t worry about me. I''m old and slow, but I can manage."
Hera blinked her eyes in excitement, eximing, "Mr. Lee, you''re recovering so well!"
"It''s all thanks to your husband''s miraculous medical skills!" replied Oliver with a smile, his deep eyes
scanning the formidable woman et
who was making a name for herself in Jonford. He could tell that Hera was treating him sincerely, almost like family.
"It''s great to see you healthy, Mr. Lee. You still have the charisma of your younger days!" Hera said, her voice bubbling with the joy of a woman who had not yet grown up.
Oliver chuckled. "So, you''ve seen photos of me from back then?"RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
Hera responded, "Even without photos, these medals on your chest are enough for me to imagine your formidable presence back in the day!"
Oliverughed heartily, his demeanor radiant. Soon, however, his expression turned somber. "There was a time when the name ''Shura Major Oliver'' was renowned far and wide. But now, even walking is a challenge." Hera muttered the title softly under her breath, envisioning the legendary hero''s past glory just from his nickname.