Chapter 075

RICHARD POV

The hum of jet engines filled the air as my sleek, black Gulfstream G650 touched down on the private runway. As the door opened, I descended the steps with a confident stride, my tailored suit pristine and my dark hair perfectly in place.

My eyes, sharp and calculating, took in my surroundings as I stepped onto the tarmac. I adjusted my cufflinks, a small but habitual gesture of mine.

The terminal was bustling with activity, a mixture of the ultra-wealthy, their assistants, and a few paparazzi hoping for a shot of a celebrity or two.

I glanced at my watch, mentally ticking off the seconds before my meeting.

But just as I was halfway out of the airport, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Distracted, I reached for it, barely noticing the approaching blur of motion until it was too late.

A collision.

A flurry of blonde hair.

A thud.

I stumbled back a step, regaining my balance quickly. It was at moments like these, I wished I had the strength of my close friend. He wouldn't have