Longing For My Rejected Luna novel Chapter 121

*****Jace's POV*****

I met Fagel already at the airport and we both boarded the plane.

Being in father's private plane, I felt more relaxed as we settled into the seats.

The flight from Fangoria to Avenir City stretched out for a long 18 hours, showcasing the vast distance between the two destinations.

However, as I blinked, we magically arrived in the enchanting Avenir City. Thankfully.

Stepping off the plane, Fagel and I felt the cool breeze of the city's airport. As we walked into the terminal, the beauty of the place overwhelmed us—the sleek architecture, the vibrant colors, and the bustling atmosphere. Above the entrance, the name "Avenir" was elegantly engraved, welcoming us to their city.

As Fagel and I made our way towards the area where the hotel staff awaited us, a sudden commotion caught our attention. Someone dashed past me, slipping a crumpled piece of paper into my hand before disappearing into the crowd.

Curiously, I unfolded the paper to find a hurriedly written message: "You're here for the Wren family? Please call me... I know the exact one you're here for."

Accompanying the message was a phone number.

Intrigued and slightly bewildered, I glanced around, trying to catch a glimpse of the mysterious messenger, but they were already gone.

"What's wrong?" Fagel asked and I turned to him.

"Let's get to the hotel first." I replied and he nodded.

Along with the hotel staff, there were also bodyguards available.

Erika really went to extra measures for my safety.

The car door was pulled open for use and before I climbed in, I turned one last time to scan the airport for any suspicious looking person who might have squeezed the paper into my hand.

Without a word, I climbed into the car and we left the airport.

All through the ride, my mind kept drifting to the paper in my hand and just how the person knew I was coming for the Wren family.

We arrived at the hotel quickly and we got down once the valet pulled the door open for us.

The hotel manager welcomed us quite well, thanks to the influence of the Ironclaw Pack that was known all over.

Fagel and I were given separate rooms and once I got in, I slumped on the bed.

I shut my eyes, trying to ward off the exhaustion I felt.

18 hours in the air was like a sucide mission.

After staying silent for a while, my thoughts drifted to the paper again and I fished it out to go through it again.

My gaze lingered on the contact number attached to the message.

This person had anticipated my arrival and I didn't know if I should feel scared or not.

A knock pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned to glance at the door.

I walked forward to open it and saw Fagel standing there and staring at me as if I had grown an extra head.

"Are you coming in or not?" I asked and he hurriedly walked in. I shut the door, then made my way to the bed again.