Four and a half hours later, the plane landed at HongKong International Airport.
It was already half past eleven at night.
Amelia Clarke followed Owen Moreland out of the airport, where two men dressed in suits and leather shoes came to pick them up.
"Mr. Moreland, the car is over there."
Owen Moreland nodded slightly at the two men, carrying himself with the lofty demeanor of a CEO.
This man always seemed unapproachable and authoritative in public, serious and meticulous. If Amelia hadn't experienced his less respectable side over the past few nights, she might have been fooled by his stern CEO facade.
A Maybach sat imposingly not far away.
Amelia Clarke and Owen Moreland walked towards it, following the two men who opened the rear doors, one on each side.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Benjamin Richardson came out and placed Amelia and Owen's luggage in the trunk.
