Isa Bailey

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At Solemwood International Airport, a year later.

A discreet private jet was making a soft landing in a reserved parking area.

He opened the cabin door.

And from inside came a tall, straight man.

He had pale skin. His deep dark eyes prevented anyone from quickly glimpsing the bottom of them.

His nose bridge was erect. And he delicately squeezed his thin lips into a tight line, his expression expressionless.

And he seemed chilly and arrogant.

He felt like a god descending into the land of mortals as he came down the escalator.

It was sacrilegious for people to glance at him again.

"Hades, Mr." He hurried to meet Gavin Johnson, who was standing aside and waiting.

"Hello." Isaac Hades forced a chilly word out of his mouth.

People were afraid to approach Isaac because of the icy air that surrounded him.

"It is all nicely set up. There is an alternative to using the standard exit. Gavin responded, "We can easily take a car and exit through another corridor."

This time, Isaac entered Solemwood covertly.

Thus, he was unable to reveal himself to the public in such a busy area.

Isaac bowed a little and stooped to board the car next to him.

Gavin hurried to follow and got inside the car.

It was Solemwood's first time ever allowing a private vehicle to enter the airport.

"Did you locate the individual?" With a sharp glance in the automobile, Isaac slightly parted his thin lips and inquired.

"No, not quite yet." Gavin dipped his head even lower.

"Not just yet?" Isaac said, narrowing his black eyes. Meanwhile, he was idly tapping the armrest next to him with his long, thin fingers.

There was an air of dreadful menace about his whole body.

It is my duty-related negligence! Simply put, we looked all over for the woman in the painting you painted, but we were unable to locate her." Gavin dared not even glance at Isaac as he attempted to explain.

He even questioned if such a person even existed.

How else could they have gone a year without discovering any clue?"There was no one like that?"

Isaac put down his thumping armrest.

He could not help but remember that evening from a year ago.

He could still picture that woman's lovely figure, lingering moan, and sensual delights.

The woman that showed up that evening resembled the stunning Siren from the story, who drew men in with her alluring physique.

Had Isaac not discovered evidence of their passionate kissing on the bed linens the following morning, he could have concluded that their nighttime encounter was a dream that remained moist.

Isaac exclaimed, "Do not give up!" He then shut his eyes and took a long breath.

His fingers twisted erratically, as though he remembered the sensation of that previous hold and kiss.

"All right," Gavin said, giving Isaac a discreet sidelong glance.

He was beginning to suspect that Siren was manipulating Isaac.

Perhaps they ought to take Isaac to a psychiatrist rather than have him keep searching for the woman in the hazy painting Isaac painted.

Unexpectedly, a broadcast began to play within the airport after Isaac and their vehicle had departed.

It said there would be a half-hour blockade of the airport.

"What is happening over there?" Gavin peered out the vehicle's window.

"First, let us get out of here," Isaac remarked icily. He showed no interest at all in the abrupt roadblock.

"All right," exclaimed Gavin. The automobile then picked its speed.

Inside the airport, the travellers were restless.

However, the airport workers moved swiftly to calm things down, and before long, the situation was under control.

Katie scowled in the VIP waiting area and glanced at the man seated across from her. "Luther, why did they just stop the airport?" she enquired.

She had a sweet and mild volce. It seemed like a soft, pleasant breeze when she talked.

And it lifted people's spirits.

"I am not sure. I will make plans to have someone inquire about it." When Luther spoke with Katie, he appeared gendered. Then he made a suggestion to his secretary.

The secretary hurried over to find out more about the circumstances.

The saretary returned a little while later.

"The airport personnel said that a highly significant visitor would be arriving. They had to close the airport to ensure her safety. momentarily for thirty minutes," the secretary stated.

"They force so many of us to wait for a single individual? Who is that individual?" Asking with a small curvature of her scarlet lips, Katie took Luther's arm.

Her attractive exterior concealed all of her inner dissatisfaction.

Katie wanted to quickly change out of her airline clothes and freshen her makeup before heading out of the airport.

The reporters would be there every time she made an appearance with Luther, after all.

She naturally wanted to flaunt her flawless side to the world, but all of a sudden the airport was blocked.

The secretary said, "The airport officials stated that the person's identity is relatively special and cannot be given to the public."

"That individual is so powerful? Does this mean that even the Hillary family must bow before him?" Katie remarked this while glancing at Luther.

Make plans with the airport supervisor to depart early. Luther stated icily.

"All right!" Colin Gryphon answered right away.

A little while later, Luther and Katie were able to use the emergency escape thanks to a personal visit by the VIP waiting room manager.

And the management continued to express regret.

"Who is the important guest you have scheduled for today, by the way?"

- With a small lift of her chin, Katie asked, sweeping her gaze over the manager. Katie followed Luther's lead like a dignified and graceful cat.

Nonetheless, there was a faint undertone of conceit in her vows.

"I am not very knowledgeable about this. The manager clarified that the leaders directly contacted this quest and that the top management kept this quest's identity extremely secret.

"Are you serious? The readers sent you to greet us since they went to pick up that guest. The manager's back broke out in a cold sweat, even though Katie's tone was suft.