Chapter Eighteen

The early morning air at the airport buzzed with quiet anticipation. The sun had barely begun to rise, casting a soft golden hue over the tarmac as Scott and Lydia arrived in a sleek black car. As the door opened, Lydia stepped out, still a bit groggy but elegantly dressed in a comfortable travel outfit. Scott followed, effortlessly sharp in his tailored casual wear, his presence commanding attention even in the stillness of dawn.

To her surprise, a small group was already waiting for them. At the front stood the president of the airport, flanked by a few senior staff members and attendants dressed in crisp uniforms. As Scott and Lydia approached, the president stepped forward with a warm, respectful smile.

“Mr. Davidson, Mrs. Davidson,” he greeted, offering his hand.

Scott shook it firmly, his expression polite yet composed. “Thank you for the warm welcome.”

Lydia followed suit, shaking hands and offering a courteous smile despite her lingering fatigue.