Chapter 99

LUKE'S POINT OF VIEW

My eyes fluttered open as I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.

"Mr. Luke, we've landed," the flight attendant said softly.

I gave her a short nod. "Thank you."

The hum of the jet engines had already died down. I was on my private plane, and as I turned to glance out the window, a faint smirk tugged at my lips. The city lights were gleaming, like stars had fallen and scattered below. This place—I had a history with it. And now, I had a reason to return.

As I stood, my luggage was already being handled. The moment I stepped out, the heat of the tarmac welcomed me. Airport staff stood nearby, waiting with a sleek black car, ready to drive me straight to the arrival gates.

My footsteps were calm but firm as I exited the VIP section and approached the main arrival area. Even through the glass walls, I could hear the distant screams.

Fans.

The crowd erupted the second they spotted me.