CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: RETURN

Five years later, at the international airport.

"Mommy, look quickly, so many people!"

The girl speaking had a lively face. Though still young, her features already hinted at future breathtaking beauty. Her eyes were round like a deer’s, and her skin as smooth as cream. She wore a pink dress, looking exceedingly cute.

"Honey, wait for me, don’t run around!"

Compared to the girl’s liveliness, the woman behind her appeared exceptionally cautious, even lowering her voice a bit to avoid drawing too much attention.

Even so, among the passersby, some bold glances inevitably fell upon her.

The woman had a tall, model-like perfect figure. A red form-fitting gown outlined her graceful silhouette perfectly. Large sunglasses sat on her nose, but couldn’t conceal her exquisite face, with striking red lips, intensely alluring.

Ruby Sullivan couldn’t resist any longer and took off the sunglasses, carefully scrutinizing the domestic airport, taking a deep breath.

Five years, she was finally back!

She wondered how those who forced her to leave back then were doing?

A smile played on her lips as she thought of those people who treated her like that: Rhonda Sullivan, Ethan Sterling... if they knew how she had become now, what expressions would they have?

Were they ready to repay their debts?

Thinking of this, Ruby Sullivan put her sunglasses back on, hiding her cold eyes.

"Ah, she’s over there!"

"Over there, quick! Quick, go over there!"

Countless cameramen emerged from various corners, running toward the woman’s direction.

The crowd surged, turning the once calm airport into a hubbub. Seeing the people swarming around, the woman hesitated and instinctively hurried forward, pulling Melody Wallace protectively behind her.

Damned Dr. L, knowing she returned to the country but didn’t clean up the scene.

Those reporters were more tenacious than flies!

The woman steadied herself and donned a perfect, flawless smile, exuding confidence and poise no matter how one looked.

Anyone would find it hard to imagine that this stunning woman was the same person as the Ruby Sullivan who weighed 160 pounds four years ago.

"Wenny, why did you suddenly return to the country?"

"Miss Wenny, you recently won six White Horse Awards overseas and became the only Chinese person to consecutively win for valentino in many years. How do you feel about that?"

"Miss Wenny, do you have any plans now that you’re back in the country? We’ve heard you intend to collaborate with The Sterling Group; is that true?"

"Wenny, are you planning to develop your career domestically for a long time this time?"

The barrage of questions came at her like a torrential storm, but Ruby Sullivan remained composed and deflected them one by one: "The reason for my return is due to personal matters. As for future plans, if everyone is so interested, why not focus more on our soon-to-be-launched new perfume ’Blue Mountain’?"

A reporter’s eyes lit up: "Has Dr already developed a new perfume?"

"Yes, this time the main scent is very unique. I believe it will surprise everyone." Here, Ruby Sullivan smiled and calmly dealt with the reporters, while on the other side, her brain was rapidly calculating how to quickly escape the reporters’ questioning.

Instinctively, she tried to tighten her grip on Melody Wallace’s hand, only to come up empty.

Instantly, cold sweat broke out all over her.

Looking around, the area was empty, and there was no tiny figure of Melody Wallace in sight.

In another part of the airport terminal.

Ethan Sterling had just signed an agreement and sent off an executive from Euronia.

As he capped the pen, a secretary leaned over to whisper: "President, Miss Wenny’s flight is also at this time."

Ethan Sterling’s gaze fell on his watch, which had just pointed to three-thirty. He nodded slightly, indicating he had understood.

Five years of business warfare had made him more composed and depthful, with his expressions revealing nothing of his thoughts.

Unsure of this moody president’s temperament, the secretary hesitated for a moment, ultimately choosing to stay silent.

Ethan Sterling frowned at the somewhat noisy crowd in the distance, knitting his eyebrows before finally speaking, thinking of the company’s recent series of movements and arrangements: "Find out which exit Wenny is using."

"President, T3."

Ethan Sterling nodded and then strode toward T3, with the secretary hastily following behind.

However, after only a few steps, Ethan Sterling suddenly stopped.

He heard a soft "ouch," as something bumped into his calf, followed by a yellow figure tumbling to the ground.