Chapter 560


    Chapter 560


    Deep into the night, Elmsworth International Airport was a hive of hidden activity beneath its tranquil


    facade. Dangers lurked in the shadows, unseen but palpable.


    Aaron had teamed up with the Customs Chief to hunt down their elusive prey, operating with utmost


    caution to avoid causing public rm or disrupting the regr flight schedule. They had initiated the


    highest level of scrutiny, casting a dragniet across the airport’s expanse.


    Their target was the slippery Eden, who they were determined to capture on sight, cornered and


    unsuspecting.


    inclothes officers mingled with the crowds in the airport terminal, while members of the Ashbourne


    and Fairhaven groups stood guard beyond the customs checkpoint.


    Tonight, the airport was a spider’s web, meticulously woven and waiting for Eden to blunder into its


    threads.


    Time ticked away, each second stretching into eternity.


    Aaron, Cassius, and Jareth stood in the surveince room, tension drawn tight as bowstrings, eyes


    stinging from the strain of unblinking vignce. Yet, they could afford nopse in attention.


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    “Captain Ashbourne,” Jareth broke the silence, his voice a mix of weariness and impatience, “what if


    Eder’s been off the grid because he’s had stic surgery? What if he’s walking right under our noses


    with a brand new face and we can’t even recognize him?”


    Cassius didn’t even register the question, his focus nailed to the screens–Aaron, out of politeness and


    acknowledging Jareth’s efforts that night, gave him a patient nce. “And how would he have been


    spotted by S–Star Group’s people if he had a new face, Jareth?”


    Realization dawned on Jareth, and he chuckled, embarrassed, “Ah, right, you’ve got a point there!”


    Aaron could only shake his head in silent amusement.


    Was this what friendship was aboutplementing each other’s strengths and weaknesses?


    “Wait! Zoom in on the middle screen!” Cassius’s voice snapped everyone to attention as he braced


    himself against the edge of the desk, muscles coiled.


    The screen erged to reveal a most unexpected sight – Avery, pushing a wheelchair with his mother


    seated in it, nked by Harvey and two bodyguards.


    “Bloody Avery? He dares to show his face?” Jareth hissed, his fists clenched in anger.


    “Avery’s private jet is here. Eden could very well be nning to escape using it,” Cassius said, his


    voice as cold as ice, his gaze fixed on the screen. “His appearance, especially with his mother in tow, is


    likely a smokescreen–a cunning ploy to shield Eden using his own reputable identity.”


    Aaron nodded gravely. “Too coincidental to be a coincidence. It’s got to be a conspiracy


    Jareth spat out bitterly, “The bastard’s really asking for a smackdown, showing up like this.”


    Despite the tension, Jareth’s outburst drew a reluctant grin from both Aaron and Cassius.


    “From this moment on, we can’t overlook any part of this airport. Keep close tabs on Avery and his


    movements. If necessary, he won’t be allowed to leave either,” Cassiusmanded, his features set in


    a mask of steely resolve.


    Avery, having smoothly made it through the checkpoint with his mother and entourage, was making his


    way toward his private jet.


    “Where are we going, dear?” Mrs. Chambers asked, her expression an incongruous blend of innocence


    and confusion.


    “We’re just getting some fresh air, something different from staying at home all the time,” Avery replied,


    his gaze softening as he stopped to lovingly adjust the plush nket over his mother’s knees.


    “Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you there, Mom.”


    Mrs. Chambers, her mind clouded and faltering with age, reminisced about the days when Avery used


    to talk about a trip with his dear Evadne, how he wished to be with her.


    She encouraged him to spend more time with Evadne, to win her over with his kindness and the


    chocte cake she so loved – pretending it was his own handiwork.


    Avery thanked his mother, touched by her concern, though his heart ached with the knowledge that she


    was living in a past that no longer existed – where he was still a boy full of hopes and dreams, and not


    the man he had be, scarred by time and unrequited love.


    As Avery was about to reassure his mother of his unyielding resolve to win Evadne’s heart, a voice cut


    through the air like a cold de.


    “Avery.”


    It was Evadne’s voice, the woman who haunted his dreams. How could he not recognize it?


    Avery’s face lit up with joy, only to be quickly shadowed by the weight of reality.


    Evadne and Thaddeus stood shoulder to shoulder before him, their expressions icy, a palpable hostility


    emanating from their united front.