Wallace stopped tapping his fingers on his knee, his expression growing serious. “Do you know her landing spot?”
“Not yet, but we’ll figure it out tonight.”
“Alright.” Wallace, not blaming them for the setbacks, instructed, “Once you’ve got more info, keep Jarvis informed.”
“Will do, Dad.”
After ending the call, Wallace turned to Jarvis, who was nearby, and remarked casually, “My daughter Hannah will be in Newfort soon. Ensure she’s welcomed warmly.”
“Mr. Compton, do you want her alive or dead?”
Wallace raised his eyes to Jarvis, his expression unreadable. “You’ve been with me long enough to know. Is my business ever just life and death?”
“I messed up, sorry.”
“Let it go. I get that you have a one-track mind.” Wallace shrugged, saying casually, “She’s heading to Newfort with her own agenda, and it’s a complicated mess here. Look after her, will you?”
“Of course, Mr. Compton. Miss Moore will be safe with me around.”
With everything sorted, Hannah finally made it to the airport.
Just after ending the phone call with Lydia, Hannah’s gaze locked onto Bryson’s number.
She hesitated, then decided to try calling Bryson before boarding.
Phone in hand, Hannah’s frown deepened. No surprise, the call didn’t go through.
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She muttered to herself, biting her lip in concern. “Bryson! What’s happening with you?”
She never imagined Bryson’s disappearance would affect her so much.
Ever since Bryson went overseas and disappeared from everyone’s radar, she couldn’t shake off the worry for his safety.
“Attention, passengers. Flight A548Q from Valmere to Lightby in Newfort is now boarding at gate 1. This is your final call for Flight A548 to Lightby.”
Hannah pocketed her phone, got up from her seat, and, suitcase in hand, made her way to the boarding gate.
Once on the plane, she settled into her seat and tried calling Rocco again, but there was no response.
“Excuse me, ma’am. We’re about to depart. Could you please switch to airplane mode?” The flight attendant stood by Hannah, her smile warm and professional.
Hannah nodded, ending the call and switching her phone to airplane mode.
The flight from Valmere to Lightby took 13 hours.
Shortly after takeoff, Hannah drew the window shade down, asked for a blanket from the flight attendant, and soon drifted off.