A week later, Lance and Mikael arrived in New York as scheduled.
Carlos and Eden are waiting for them in the VIP aisle at the airport.
A moment later, two tall men come into sight. Lance is 30 years old, tall and athletic, and still has the swagger of a Mafia boss, but with more mature charm. Like Zeus in Greek mythology, he has a sense of being the king who controls everything. By contrast, Mikael, standing next to Lance, looks more like a carefree prince from the casino and bar. He was romantic by nature and radiated a sense of danger and charm.
"Hi, Carlos." Lance recognized Carlos at once.
"Hi, Uncle Lance." Carlos said hello, a little bit reluctantly.
"Where is your fiancee? "Lance quipped.
"Come on, please." Carlos was embarrassed.
Mikael laughed and said,
