The plush interior of the private jet exuded an air of luxury, the soft leather seats cocooning the occupants in opulence. While the employees who sat further away were engrossed in their own conversations, Ian sat there observing his brother who sat opposite him and Arabelle, who had surprisingly taken up a seat not next to Demetri but somewhat further.
Of course, he could guess what was going through her mind. Arabelle had single-mindedly been devoted to Demetri, her heart set on him since she was a young teenager. All of the brothers had of course recognized this, but they had simply assumed that the girl was going through puppy love.
