The private jet touched down smoothly at Los Angeles International Airport, its engines humming as it taxied down the runway.
The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the city skyline. Thomas Winters exhaled, adjusting his cufflinks as the plane came to a full stop.
The moment the door opened, Marcus Sterling was already at the bottom of the stairs, speaking with the driver of a sleek black Rolls-Royce that awaited Thomas’s arrival.
“Welcome back, sir. We are heading straight to the Winters mansion right?” Marcus asked smoothly as Thomas stepped off the plane.
Thomas barely acknowledged him, sliding into the back seat of the waiting car.
“ I won’t be going home tonight. I need some time alone, some time away from home. Take me to the resort instead,” he ordered, his
