Chapter 921

It was midday, so the airport was bustling with people departing and arriving from their flights. Taxis and rental cars kept coming and going as they picked up their passengers, whizzing them away to their destinations. A large black suitcase was perched on the pavement, with Keith standing a few feet behind them, clutching Naomi's duffel bag. Charles and Scott stood on either side of the black suitcase, their tall, slender frames bent over as their hands were poised on the suitcase handle. They stared at each other like two lions who had their eyes on the same prey, refusing to let go. This was the sight that welcomed Naomi the moment she got out of the car and circled to the back. She was so stunned by this that she could not even utter a word, but all of a sudden, a horn blared behind them, signaling to them that they were holding up traffic. The noise snapped Naomi out of her stupor, and she quickly approached. "I can do it myself." The suitcase had wheels, so she could easily