A private jet touched down.
A woman dressed in a stylish trench coat and heels was at the Beldovian hangar, waiting for him.
A man stepped off the jet, looking worried and guilty. He had dazzling ocean-blue eyes, dark chestnut brown hair, a toned build; he looked stellar in a navy-blue sweater paired with a collared shirt underneath and casual khakis.
There was no doubt he was handsome, but they wouldn't expect that he was a CEO of an empire.
He halted once he made it down the flight of stairs that led from the jet to the hangar floor.
"Windsor!" He called enthusiastically, giving her a hug.
"I came as soon as I heard," he said.
"I'm so, so sorry," he apologized.
Sophia patted him on the back.
"It's fine," she admitted.
"I'm just… surprised."
"Who would've thought?" Sophia asked rhetorically.
"From heir to a self-made big shot, no, a CEO of an empire," Sophia sounded proud.
