I Inherited Trillions, Now What?

Chapter 114 Leaving Switzerland III

"Why would you guys do this? Grounding the whole airport just to satisfy your selfish desires?"

A sharp voice cut through the wind, filled with frustration and disbelief. The airport runway stretched wide and empty under the dim evening sky, with only three figures standing in the vast open space. A light breeze carried the distant hum of idling aircraft, but the area around them was eerily still.

The first of the three was a man dressed in a full-body black suit. Every movement he made was calculated, his posture rigid and alert. He was unmistakably a bodyguard, and even if his demeanor didn't give it away, the firearm secured at his hip certainly did. His stance was unwavering, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, always a step ahead in ensuring the safety of his charge.

Standing at the front was a woman, her presence commanding yet effortlessly elegant. She wore a sleek, form-fitting black bodysuit, tailored to perfection, exuding both power and grace. The high collar accentuated her poised neck, while the subtle sheen of the fabric reflected the airport lights, adding to her air of authority.

Her long, black hair whipped lightly in the wind, though she paid it no mind. The way she carried herself—with an unshaken, confident stride—made it clear she was someone used to being in control. Everything about her, from the way she held her chin high to the faint, knowing smirk that barely touched her lips, suggested an impenetrable professionalism. She was not a woman easily swayed.

And then, there was the third figure—the one who had spoken.

She was different from the first woman in every way. If the woman in the black bodysuit radiated an air of cold professionalism, this one had an effortless warmth about her. She felt like the first breeze of morning, the kind that gently brushes against your skin and lingers, making you feel alive. But make no mistake—despite the softness in her appearance, there was nothing delicate about her spirit.

She was beautiful, but not in an unattainable, distant way. She had the kind of beauty that felt familiar, the kind that made heads turn but also made people feel comfortable in her presence. Like the girl next door, if the girl next door had the elegance of a world-class model.

Her golden-blonde hair should have been tousled by the wind, yet it remained almost impossibly in place, as if untouched by the chaos around her. Her features were striking, yet softened by emotion—frustration, indignation, and just a hint of exasperated amusement. She wasn't naive; she knew exactly who she was dealing with.

"Where is Alexander? I need to tell him exactly what's on my mind. What he did isn't right at all," she said, her voice carrying a mixture of anger and inevitability. Then, she let out a small, humorless scoff before adding, "Why am I even surprised? I knew he was going to do something."

She shook her head, arms crossed in defiance. Rejecting Alexander Blackwell wasn't something people did without consequence. She had turned down his offer, and deep down, she had expected some form of retaliation. But this? This was beyond what she thought he'd do. The sheer audacity of grounding all flights just to get his way was outrageous. Then again, it was also exactly the kind of move that suited a man like him. Alexander Blackwell never took no for an answer.

A voice broke through her thoughts—calm, measured, and utterly unaffected by the growing tension in the air.

"Mr. Blackwell is in a meeting right now. He will join us shortly. In the meantime, we have been asked to wait on the plane," said the black-haired woman, her tone neutral, almost detached. There was no trace of apology in her voice—only a statement of fact.

Susan exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "So he isn't even here," she muttered under her breath.

Susan Beaumont—one of the world's top surgeons, a woman who had saved countless lives with her gifted hands—was now standing on an empty runway, forced into yet another one of Alexander's games. She had come here in a rush, her father booking her a first-class ticket so she could return home as soon as possible. But of course, her father—ever the overprotective man—changed his mind at the last second, insisting she take a private jet instead, wanting her as far away from Alexander as possible.

And yet, here she was, about to board his plane.

If her father found out, he would be furious. No—furious wasn't even the word. He would be livid. The kind of anger that could shake entire cities.

There was no mistaking the concern in her voice. The way her brows drew together slightly, the softness in her expression—it was genuine. And yet, wasn't this the same man she had been cursing just moments ago?

Evelyn didn't react outwardly. "Mr. Blackwell is fine," she said evenly. "He is as he has always been—focused on business."

Susan didn't look convinced, and Evelyn seemed to realize that wasn't the answer she wanted. So after a brief pause, she softened her tone just a little. "He's fine, Susan. You know how he is."

Susan exhaled deeply, running a hand through her blonde hair. "It's just... his father meant so much to him. Losing him must have affected him, even if he refuses to admit it. His father was his pillar. It's just..." She trailed off again, shaking her head slightly before murmuring, "Never mind. It's fine."

Evelyn gave a small nod, her expression unreadable. "Okay then, Miss Beaumont. I'll be inside working. If you need anything, you can page me." She gestured to a sleek panel beside Susan's seat, showing her the built-in communication system.

Susan didn't respond immediately, simply nodding. As Evelyn turned and walked away, Susan leaned back into the couch, tilting her head up toward the ceiling. The soft hum of the plane filled the silence, but it did nothing to quiet the thoughts swirling in her mind.

She exhaled slowly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"He's always fine," she muttered, but there was no certainty in her words.

Because she knew better.

The Author sat at their desk, staring at the blinking cursor. A deep sigh escaped their lips.

"I have failed them," they muttered dramatically, burying their face in their hands.

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