Chapter 151: No Rest for a King

The convoy pulled away from the European Commission headquarters, engines humming as they navigated through the streets of Brussels. Inside the armored SUV, Skylar sat in silence, her gaze fixed on Chris. He was checking his watch, already thinking ahead.

"You're leaving?" she finally asked.

Chris didn't look up. "Ethan will take you home."

Skylar's jaw tightened. "And where are you going?"

Chris met her eyes, his expression unreadable. "Spain."

Ethan, sitting in the front seat, glanced at Chris through the rearview mirror but said nothing. He already understood—this wasn't a courtesy visit.

Skylar exhaled. "Chris, the European leaders won't back down so easily. And now you're walking straight into another political storm?"

Chris reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "This is necessary. The Spanish Crown is watching everything unfold, and they need to understand something—" His voice hardened. "The old alliances are dead. The world is changing, and they can either adapt or be left behind."

Skylar studied him, searching for the man she once met in a university lecture hall. He was still there, somewhere beneath the weight of power. But now, he was something more. Something unstoppable.

The SUV slowed as they reached the private airstrip. The jet was already waiting, its engines warmed up and ready for takeoff.

Chris turned to Ethan. "Get her home safely."

Ethan gave a firm nod. "Always."

Skylar hesitated, then stepped closer. "Be careful."

Chris smirked. "I don't believe in luck."

She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't wishing you luck."

Without another word, she turned and let Ethan lead her away.

Chris exhaled, adjusting his cufflinks as he boarded the jet. Spain awaited, and with it, another battle for control.

As the aircraft lifted into the night sky, he closed his eyes for a brief moment.

No rest for a king.