Chapter 239

When it seemed like a standoff was inevitable, Captain DeLuca smoothly intervened. ‘My apologies for the inconvenience,’ he said, addressing Oliver. ‘If you would allow me a moment, I will ensure this matter is resolved promptly.’ With a subtle nod, the captain stepped away. He made a quick phone call, his expression unreadable, before returning with a slight smile. ‘My apologies again for the misunderstanding. You may keep your weapon, and we will ensure your privacy and safety during the flight.’ Oliver’s gaze flickered. ‘Lead the way.’ As they boarded the plane, Elodie took in the opulence that surrounded them. The interior of the jet was a masterpiece of luxury and comfort, with plush seats, intricate wood panelling, and gleaming chrome fixtures. The soft hum of the engines and the gentle vibration underfoot added to the sense of power and elegance. While Elodie took in the surroundings with a delighted smile, Oliver’s eyes were sharp and assessing. He counted the pilot and co-pilo