Chapter 143: One Seat, Two Choices

The convoy of black SUVs lined the runway, their tinted windows reflecting the airport floodlights. Security personnel stood ready, waiting for the President's next move.

Chris exhaled, feeling both women's gazes on him.

Skylar stood to his left—the past, the woman who knew him before power consumed his life.

Princess Isabella stood to his right—a royal alliance, a calculated power move that could strengthen his global position.

Ethan, ever observant, leaned in. "One car. One seat beside you. Who gets it?"

Chris smirked slightly.

"Who said I have to choose?"

He strode toward the lead SUV and opened the back door himself. Then, he turned—first to Isabella.

"Princess, you came here on official business. You'll ride in the first escort vehicle with my foreign affairs team." His voice was smooth, leaving no room for objection.

She blinked, clearly not expecting to be dismissed so effortlessly. But she masked it well, offering a diplomatic smile. "Of course, Mr. President. I look forward to our discussion."

Then, Chris turned to Skylar.

He didn't ask.

He simply extended his hand.

Skylar hesitated for a fraction of a second—then placed her hand in his, allowing him to guide her into the SUV.

The door shut.

The convoy started moving.

And in the backseat of the presidential vehicle, as the city lights blurred past, Chris finally turned to her.

"You still think you're in the way?" he asked softly.

Skylar studied him, searching his expression. Then, with a small, knowig smile, she murmured:

"Not anymore."