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As he left, Ruhel commented, "Even a chameleon doesn't change colors as quickly as his expressions change."

In the balcony, Arth took a drag on his cigarette and held the phone to his ear. On the other end, a sweet voice, his sister's, spoke.

"Brother, are you coming? It's been so long since you left. Is your surgery still not complete? You promised me, do you even remember?"

Arth, with a calm but cold reaction, replied, "Have I ever broken my promise? I'll be in front of you by tomorrow morning."

Love you, brother. Oh, I almost forgot, another sister of ours is coming back."

Arth threw the cigarette on the ground, crushed it with his foot, and said, "Whatever. I'm not interested in family drama. Who's coming or going doesn't matter to Arth Raghuvanshi. I'm clear."

A response came from the other side, "Hmm." Arth ended the call and returned to the room, announcing, "We're leaving. Get the jet ready. Inform the bodyguards and let Wilton know about all this. I want quick results without wasting time."

With that, he walked out. Arush, Ruhel, and Qasim exchanged looks, because if they heard correctly, Arth had mentioned Wilton's name. They knew very well who Wilton was, what he was, and what he was capable of.

Meanwhile, at Bangkok airport, a private jet landed, from which Amayra and Bhavesh emerged, their faces covered with masks. This airport was very different and quiet compared to others because it belonged to Bhavesh himself. It was surrounded only by bodyguards holding guns;

On the other hand, a private jet landed at Bangkok airport, from which Amayra and Bhavesh disembarked, wearing masks. This airport was different from the others, quiet, as it was privately owned by Bhavesh himself. The area was secured with only bodyguards holding guns; there were no regular people or outsiders present.

Amayra, seated by the window of the jet, watched everything outside. Her heart trembled with an unknown fear, as if instead of escaping her troubles, she was moving closer to them.

Bhavesh's voice brought Amayra out of her thoughts, and she looked at him emotionlessly as he asked her to come down with him. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and exited the jet alongside Bhavesh, surrounded by bodyguards and a row of cars lined up in front of them.

The bodyguards escorted them to the cars, and the convoy began moving through the streets of Bangkok, past tall buildings that seemed to touch the sky, and roads so clean they looked unused. Everything was new to her. Amayra noticed a red signal at an intersection, meaning they should have stopped, but their car continued straight. Even the police at the signal didn't dare to stop them. Observing this, Amayra glanced at Bhavesh, who was engrossed in reading a newspaper, her face devoid of any emotion as she contemplated this new journey in a new city.