The atmosphere was heavy. At this hour, there weren’t a lot of people waiting to board a flight. The lounge exuded a mild refreshing scent that seemed like it was barely even there. It instilled a sense of familiarity in Heather, as though she had smelled this scent somewhere before.
“Do you smell this fragrance?” Her question was so sudden that Matthias wasn’t able to make the switch yet.
He tried his best to sniff, but he didn’t pick up any unusual scents. Getting up from his shoulder, Heather looked all around but did not notice anyone suspicious.
“A perfume fragrance?” He only smelled perfume. When he tried his hardest, he even smelled a fusion of several different perfumes.
Looking around, he figured that it was probably coming from the person next to him; even a man was wearing perfume.
“No. Maybe I was mistaken.” She brushed it off. It seemed the mild scent was also gone now. She reckoned she was just imagining things.
He looked at her with a worried gaze and suspected that the heavy burden weighing in her mind must have led to this scenario.
“We’re going to board the flight in a bit. Stop overthinking.” He spoke nonchalantly, but he had his guard up. It was possible that Heather wasn’t mistaken.
He also had a feeling that they were potentially being followed. Thinking about the phone call earlier, he was certain that someone was following them in secret. Otherwise, why would that person behind all of this know them like the back of their hand?
Even with both of their heightened senses, they couldn’t find their stalker. It seemed the stalker disguised themself very well. Only a few people were scattered around the lounge. On the surface, they all looked like social elites. If the two really had a stalker, then it would be one of these people here.
When it was almost time, people started pouring in one after the other. They were most likely on the same flight as the two. Matthias was on high alert, trying to determine the most suspicious person. Compared to him, Heather was a lot calmer. Her facial expression gave nothing away; it didn’t look like she was interested in uncovering the identity of the stalker just yet.
“No one here looks suspicious,” she murmured in his ear.
This sparked his curiosity. What criteria did she use to judge that these people weren’t suspicious? Nevertheless, she never made up nonsense. Since she made that statement, she definitely had a rationale behind it.
“They’re challenging us. If they sent someone at this time, that’d increase the likelihood of them exposing their identity,” she analyzed. At first, her mind was in a mess because of Myra, but with the sudden turn of events, she was back to her senses.
Someone was following her in secret. She was not a saint and was going to pay them back for it. Currently, she was waiting for the day when she could counter-attack.
There was one thing, however, that she couldn’t figure out. Why did this person have to go through Matthias? What was their purpose? She had yet to figure that out. Perhaps once she went abroad and eased her mood, she would naturally figure some of it out.
Even though Heather didn’t say a word, she agreed with Matthias. She was too oppressed in Bradfort City. Ever since she came back to the country, nothing good had happened, so indeed, she needed a distraction. Her problem with Myra was not going to be resolved for a while either.
It was better if she stayed rational. If her rationality crumbled, the outcome would only be less favorable. She boarded the flight with a weight on her mind, but before going on the plane, she asked Matthias to give Robert a call.
“Old Master Langston,” he greeted warmly.
“Matthias! What made you think of me?” They joked around with each other. Robert had already taken Matthias for his own grandson-in-law, so he was a bit more affectionate toward him.
Shortly after, Robert came to the realization. It’s clearly Heather’s phone, but why am I hearing Matthias’ voice? Are they together this late in the night?
“Is Heather with you?” Robert asked directly.
“Yes. I have something to tell you, but I don’t know how to.” Matthias was in a tough spot, but Heather was placid next to him.
“Speak your mind. Is Heather giving you a hard time again?” Robert had a feeling that Matthias’ phone call was not good news.
“No. I’m at the airport with her now. I want to apologize to you for not getting your permission beforehand and bringing Heather here of my own volition. I would like to borrow her for a few days.” Matthias spoke in one breath. He was truly in a tough spot. He had never done something without authorization before, which made him very apologetic toward Robert.
“Where are you guys planning on going?” Robert’s voice became lower, and he clearly sounded upset.
Matthias looked over at Heather with a troubled look. It was troublesome now; he had left a bad impression on Robert, which wasn’t the outcome he had hoped for.
“Heather wants to go to Iceland for a few days. I—” Even through the phone, the stiffness in Matthias’ voice was clear. Why does it feel like I’m doing something illegal?
Without giving him a chance to finish, Robert interjected, “Put Heather on the phone.” He had complaints about Heather’s recent behavior.
“Grandpa.” Her voice came through the phone into Robert’s ear.
“Is Bradfort City not cold enough for you that you’re going to Iceland in the middle of winter?” Robert felt like Heather had already overstepped her boundaries before. Now, she had come up with another strange idea; it felt like she was eloping overseas with Matthias.
“Grandpa, I felt an urge to go to Iceland. I want to go somewhere no one can stop me.” She spoke in a gentle voice, but her tone was still persistent.
Robert couldn’t stop her. Doing something first before telling him would catch him off guard. Even if he opposed, she was still going to go to Iceland.
“You’ve been causing more and more trouble these days,” Robert reprimanded.
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