Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Returning to the Country
Emperor City Airport.
The plane slowly landed, and the airport was packed with people. Many people getting off with their luggage, with phones that had just turned on in their hands, making calls.
And what they all spoke in, was standard Mandarin.
By now, the sky had completely darkened, but inside the terminal building, it was as bright as daylight.
Charlotte Thompson wore a limited edition pair of sunglasses, a burgundy dress that skillfully accentuated her exquisite figure, and a pair of slender black high-heeled shoes on her feet, her ankles milky white.
Looking at the busy crowds of Druarus people, she took a deep breath. After five years, she had finally returned.
She had a strange sense of nostalgic loss.
She continued walking forward, followed by two bodyguards, Jack and Liam Bryant. The Bryants had been serving the Thompson Family faithfully for generations.
The unapproachable aura of Jack and Liam made people inexplicably wary.
With one hand, Charlotte dragged her suitcase, while the other rapidly swiped through her phone screen.
From behind her, Jack hesitated before saying, "Miss, allow me to carry your luggage for you."
"It’s fine." Charlotte lifted her phone to her ear, she was always not used to relying on others.
The call connected, and Henry Thompson’s voice came through: "You arrived?"
"Just did." Looking down, Charlotte suddenly laughed, "Big brother, I feel somewhat sentimental having come back here."
"You’ll get used to it."
After hanging up the call, Charlotte put away her phone, lifting her gaze to take in the view of the airport entrance.
Many people’s gazes lingered on her for a while before they pretended nonchalantly to move away.
No denying, five years in Ashton indeed changed a person.
Charlotte’s eyes were cold as she expelled a breath of foul air, her lips forming a smile that was alarmingly breathtaking yet assertive.
The red dress made her look like a night elf, carrying a fatal charm.
She brushed her hair back behind her ears, revealing her pale ears with rosy earlobes.
Jack spoke up from the back, "Miss, according to Mr. Thompson, he has arranged a hotel for you here, but it’s up to you if you want to go to the villa or the hotel."
Hearing this, Charlotte pondered for a few seconds before she nodded. "Let’s go to the hotel."
Just as Charlotte was about to leave, she suddenly heard a commotion behind her. She hesitated for a moment before noticing a large group of journalists rushing in like a pack of starved wolves from the airport entrance.
Security tried to stop them, but they proved to be too agile.
Amid the pushing and shoving, the security was simply pushed out the door.
Charlotte stepped aside and lifted her eyes to follow the direction the journalists were headed.
Such a spectacle, could it be a celebrity just landed?
Her gaze swept over the sea of heads, finally focusing on a person amid the crowd.
Charlotte suddenly stiffened, her pupils in the shade of her sunglasses shrinking. Her hand, gripping the suitcase handle, turned white from the strain.
Jack noticed her mood change and asked quietly, "Miss, what’s wrong?"
Following her gaze, Liam saw it too. He immediately chimed in, "Miss, that’s Justin Battleson, the President of Battleson Group. I heard he just returned from Cethuira. It’s a coincidence, just on our next flight."
He turned his head and asked quietly, "Miss, do you know him?"
Looking at that familiar face, there was a strange, unfamiliar feeling stirring at the bottom of Charlotte’s heart.
She looked down, a faint hint of coldness crossing her eye, followed by a light chuckle, "I don’t know him."