h4Chapter 227: Yet So Far/h4

    (Author’s POV)

    "Ladies and gentlemen, wee aboard flight H617. For your safety, please ensure your seatbelts are securely fastened. In case of an emergency, oxygen masks will drop from the overhead panel~ ..." the flight attendant’s voice echoed with the safety announcements as the ne took off.

    Myra who had been sping both her hands tightly in an iron grip, rxed as realization dawned upon her. Her prayers have been heard.

    "Miss, are you feeling ufortable anywhere?" a polite male voice interrupted her thoughts.

    "Umm~ ... no ... why?" she was a bit confused, why a random stranger was asking such a thing.

    The person must have noticed the confusion on her face as he said, in a mild tone, "I am a doctor. That youngdy over there~," he pointed to Wendy’s seat and then continued, "she asked the flight attendant, saying you weren’t feeling well and need a doctor’s assistance."

    Myra understood his words and just said, "It is nothing, sir. I was just a bit aviophobe. I am fine now, thank you very much." Her earlier nervousness was all because of ric and Dion’s presence. Now that the flight was midair, she seemed rxed and the color which had drained from her face has returned as well.

    "Ohhh~ .... If that’s so~ but if you need my assistance, please don’t hesitate to call," he replied kindly and went back to his designated seat and settled in it. He was one of her fellow passengers. Sitting two seats behind hers.

    Wendy was looking at her all along. As soon as their eyes met, Wendy raised both her brows as if to question, ’What did he say?’

    Myra shook her head, ’Nothing." She then patted her chest and showed her a thumbs up sign, telling her, "I am fine now. Don’t worry," and gave Wendy a reassuring smile.

    Wendy pursed her lips, ’She looks better than when we boarded the flight. Let’s not make a fuss,’ she then dropped the topic.

    *At the airport*

    "Sir, you cannot break the protocol and try to go inside like that," a security staff member, with a big built and gravelly tone said to ric and Dion.

    When they both were chasing Myra’s scent, no one was able to subdue them, because of their sheer werewolf strength. When someone did try to catch them, they either threw them away or kicked them. No one had the ability to pin them down even when visibly, the security staff had much more muscle power and were outnumbering the two.

    But whatever ric or Dion did, they were a step toote. Because few of the security members were already blocking the gate, they were dyed by the confrontation and in the meantime, the flight took off.

    ric gritted his teeth as he seethed in pure rage. As a result, he started releasing his Alpha aura. But Dion grabbed his hand just in time to calm him down. The people present were all human beings. Plus, they couldn’t do that in a public ce no less.

    Dion, masking his annoyance, questioned the security member, "I think we saw an acquaintance of ours on that flight. Anyways~ ...... I apologize for our careless actions."

    ric scrunched his nose and demanded, "Where is that flight bound to? TELL ME, NOW." He was in a bad mood, anyone could tell. And by their limited edition clothes to the watch on his wrist, which was one of a kind, few of the security members got intimidated. With or without the Alpha aura, he was radiating a murderous one. They don’t want to deal with him.

    "Sir, you cannot cause a scene like that," one of the security personnel warned him.

    Dion, the more level headed one out of the two, tried to ease the tension, "I am sorry. My brother has some anger issues. But can you please tell me, where is that ne heading to?"

    That particr security personnel, was the head of security. He had seen a lot of people like them. He thought they were trying to y, ’Good Cop, Bad Cop.’ He was annoyed by ric’ attitude as well, so he just said in a stern voice, "You can inquire about it on the front desk." He was in no mood to tolerate their nonsense.

    A Flyhigh airlines staff member came rushing towards them. It was one of the two, who were helping them with their luggage earlier. When he took in the scene, his jaw tightened as he tried to ease the tension, "This here is Mr. ric Everests and Dion Everests. The heirs of Everests Cooperation. You must have heard of it. They are the ones who are doing that extensive redevelopment project in the city." He introduced them to the head of security, as if to tell him to let the matter go.

    These kinds of matters were known to everyone in a city like Damona. After all, it was arge scale project and the city has been buzzing about it. So, the airline staff knew they cannot offend either of the two Everests. They had the power to get them fired or worse, they could even buy their airport. Big money people.

    The security guy gritted his teeth, sighed and said, "Sir, you cannot simply break the protocol like that. It may seem as a security threat. Whatever your reason maybe, don’t do it ever again."

    "Understood," was Dion’s reply. He mindlinked ric, ’Al, let’s get out of here. We can do our own investigation about what happened.’

    ric was pissed not just by the staff but because he had missed Myra by a mere gate. But without saying a word, he turned around and started walking, his steps imposing and dreadful as he oozed out that deadly aura once again. No one dared to stop him or hold him. Dion followed him behind, dismissing the airline staff as well.

    All of the staff on the airport collectively sighed in relief and returned back to their respective duties.

    They both made their way towards the airlines desk. Ady with a gentle smile and wless beauty greeted them, "Hello sir, how may I help you?"

    Dion, the expert with women, shed her a maic smile, to which she unconsciously blushed as he asked, "Umm~ ...... I just wanted to confirm something. The flight that just took of a few minutes ago. Where is it heading to? Can you please tell me, Miss ummm~ ..... Tara."

    "It is bound to Seacole," the deskdy told them as she beamed when Dion verbalized her name.

    "Seacole?" Dion spoke.

    "Yes, anything else," she asked in return.

    "No, thanks," Dion winked at her and walked towards ric who had clearly heard their earlier conversation. "What should we do now, Al? I think Myra has gone to Seacole," Dion asked.

    "We are going to visit her family now and ask about her whereabouts," ricmented and looked around, "Where is our luggage?"

    "Don’t you remember? We sent it to the hotel with Amanda and Marion," Dion told him.

    "Tskk ..... so, we will go to the hotel, fetch the gifts that mother had given and then head out," ric spoke and without wasting anytime they both headed out.

    A hotel car was already waiting for them. They hopped on it and went to the hotel.

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    Myra was smiling as she looked down from the ne’s window. Clouds, like cotton candy, were scattered in a picturesque vision as the sun rays were looking dazzlingly beautiful and radiant.

    She was feeling like the weight she has been carrying on for a while, has finally been lifted. She finally felt free. But a sudden realization hit her, like someone had doused a bucket of ice water, bringing her back to reality. ’If both of them are in Damona, they will surely try to reach out to me and they will know that I and my whole family has moved out. Which means, they will, for sure, search for me.’

    With her phone on airne mode, she connected the Wi-fi and sent a WhatsApp message to Garry, "Mr. Yates senior, we are on the flight. I just wanted to ask you to please block all ess about my family’s travel history. I don’t want anyone to know where we are heading to."

    Unlike most times, Garry’s reply came within two minutes, "Rest assured, Ms. Miracle. I have already arranged everything. No one will know where you have gone to. No one can find you or your family members without your permission."

    As Myra had already asked the same thing previously, Garry had meticulously made all the arrangements. That is why he asked Oliver not to book a direct flight to Esteria.

    Myra’s rigid shoulders gradually rxed a bit but a feeling of unease still lingered in her chest. She knew the power the Everests’ family possessed. She has seen it firsthand. There was nothing in this world that could be concealed from them. If ric and Dion were really here to convince her to go to Kimberg, they would leave no stone unturned to look for her.

    To Be Continued . . . . . . .