Chapter 15: I'm Sorry, I'm Late
**Airport——**
Evan Hicks stood beside the Rolls-Royce, watching the tall and handsome figure emerging from the exit. As he opened the car door, he respectfully asked, "Mr. President, back to the estate or...?"
"To the old town," came the magnetic voice, tinged with a hint of joy, as if he were about to meet his most beloved person.
"Yes, sir." The car started and they left the airport.
Melissa Ernest saw several men staggering towards her, each holding a bottle of alcohol. Her nerves instantly tightened, and she involuntarily clenched her fists, clutching her bag and quickening her pace, trying to pass by them.
Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a lecherous voice called out, "Brother, that chick over there looks pretty good. How about w
