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Chapter 560
Deep into the night, Elmsworth International Airport was a hive of hidden activity beneath
its tranquil facade. Dangers lurked in the shadows, unseen but palpable.
Aaron had teamed up with the Customs Chief to hunt down their elusive prey, operating
with utmost caution to avoid causing public alarm or disrupting the regular flight schedule.
They had initiated the highest level of scrutiny, casting a dragniet across the airport’s
expanse.
Their target was the slippery Eden, who they were determined to capture on sight,
cornered and unsuspecting.
Plainclothes officers mingled with the crowds in the airport terminal, while members of the
Ashbourne and Fairhaven groups stood guard beyond the customs checkpoint.
Tonight, the airport was a spider’s web, meticulously woven and waiting for Eden to
blunder into its threads.
Time ticked away, each second stretching into eternity.
Aaron, Cassius, and Jareth stood in the surveillance room, tension drawn tight as
bowstrings, eyes stinging from the strain of unblinking vigilance. Yet, they could afford no
lapse in attention.
“Captain Ashbourne,” Jareth broke the silence, his voice a mix of weariness and
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtimpatience, “what if Eder’s been off the grid because he’s had plastic surgery? What if
he’s walking right under our noses with a brand new face and we can’t even recognize
him?”
Cassius didn’t even register the question, his focus nailed to the screens–Aaron, out of
politeness and acknowledging Jareth’s efforts that night, gave him a patient glance. “And
how would he have been spotted by S–Star Group’s people if he had a new face, Jareth?”
Realization dawned on Jareth, and he chuckled, embarrassed, “Ah, right, you’ve got a
point there!”
Aaron could only shake his head in silent amusement.
–
Was this what friendship was about complementing each other’s strengths and
weaknesses?
“Wait! Zoom in on the middle screen!” Cassius’s voice snapped everyone to attention as
he braced himself against the edge of the desk, muscles coiled.
–
The screen enlarged to reveal a most unexpected sight – Avery, pushing a wheelchair with
his mother seated in it, flanked by Harvey and two bodyguards.
“Bloody Avery? He dares to show his face?” Jareth hissed, his fists clenched in anger.
“Avery’s private jet is here. Eden could very well be planning to escape using it,” Cassius
said, his voice as cold as ice, his gaze fixed on the screen. “His appearance, especially
with his mother in tow, is likely a smokescreen–a cunning ploy to shield Eden using his
own reputable identity.”
Aaron nodded gravely. “Too coincidental to be a coincidence. It’s got to be a conspiracy
Jareth spat out bitterly, “The bastard’s really asking for a smackdown, showing up like
this.”
Despite the tension, Jareth’s outburst drew a reluctant grin from both Aaron and Cassius.
“From this moment on, we can’t overlook any part of this airport. Keep close tabs on Avery
and his movements. If necessary, he won’t be allowed to leave either,” Cassius
commanded, his features set in a mask of steely resolve.
Avery, having smoothly made it through the checkpoint with his mother and entourage,
was making his way toward his private
jet.
“Where are we going, dear?” Mrs. Chambers asked, her expression an incongruous blend
of innocence and confusion.
“We’re just getting some fresh air, something different from staying at home all the time,”
Avery replied, his gaze softening as he stopped to lovingly adjust the plush blanket over
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhis mother’s knees. “Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you there, Mom.”
Mrs. Chambers, her mind clouded and faltering with age, reminisced about the days when
Avery used to talk about a trip with his dear Evadne, how he wished to be with her.
She encouraged him to spend more time with Evadne, to win her over with his kindness
and the chocolate cake she so loved – pretending it was his own handiwork.
Avery thanked his mother, touched by her concern, though his heart ached with the
knowledge that she was living in a past that no longer existed – where he was still a boy
full of hopes and dreams, and not the man he had become, scarred by time and
unrequited love.
As Avery was about to reassure his mother of his unyielding resolve to win Evadne’s heart,
a voice cut through the air like a cold
blade.
“Avery.”
It was Evadne’s voice, the woman who haunted his dreams. How could he not recognize
it?
Avery’s face lit up with joy, only to be quickly shadowed by the weight of reality.
Evadne and Thaddeus stood shoulder to shoulder before him, their expressions icy, a
palpable hostility emanating from their
united front.
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