Chapter 33

The plane touched down with a resounding whistle, signaling the end of the journey. Sir Witson Hamilton, along with other passengers, swiftly made their way out of the aircraft. Despite his usual composed demeanor, Sir Witson appeared cracked and mean, his mood far from normal.

He moved quickly yet cautiously, clutching only a briefcase in case he needed to stay in Louisiana for a day. He wore a blue buttoned shirt that complemented his brown leather shoes, shining brightly under the sunlight. Unbeknownst to the outside world, his heart was in shambles, filled with worry for Hanna's whereabouts.

Sir Witson hailed a taxi, still hopeful that nothing bad had happened to Hanna. "Silverline University, please," he instructed the driver as he got into the vehicle.