"Ladies and gentlemen: The plane has landed at Seashore International Airport, where the temperature outside is 31 degrees Celsius..."
Beckham Miller stood up, gathered his luggage, and walked out of the plane under the watchful, smiling gaze of the flight attendant.
Dragging his suitcase behind him, Beckham Miller strolled leisurely out of the airport.
Standing at the airport entrance, Beckham Miller lit a cigarette, made a call to the driver who was there to pick him up, and then squinted his eyes to survey everything in front of him.
He was back!
Despite living a life of utmost luxury abroad these years, it still wasn't his home country, and it somehow felt uncomfortable.
Thanks to that kid named Carson Flores; if it hadn't been for him, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to return, especially considering the guy he had crippled before was the son of an important figure in the family with a bright future that he had completely ruined.
