Even as she settled into her airplane seat, she couldn't help replaying the earlier scene in her mind, her lips curling into a suppressed giggle.
That subtle reaction, of course, didn't escape someone's keen notice.
A low, amused voice reached her ears, laced with unmistakable pride: "Feeling like you've completely outshined everyone?
Like you're just naturally better in every way?"
Beauty: "..." How could a man be so shameless?
He wasn't praising her—he was clearly hinting at his own... *ahem*... superiority over other men!
The plane touched down at New York Airport.
The moment they stepped off the plane, the sleek, elongated Rolls-Royce belonging to Lucas came into view.
The driver spotted them immediately, stepping out to retrieve their luggage.
Glancing behind them, the driver asked casually, "Wasn't Miss Laura traveling with you?
I don't see her."
Lucas, already seated in the car, lifted his gaze indifferently.
"She decided to stay a few more days."
