Chapter 2004 The Mysterious Attendant

In the heart of Zovince, along the bustling airport road, four sleek black SUVs glided through the night, their engines humming softly against the backdrop of the urban symphony. Within the second vehicle of the convoy sat an elderly man, heavily bespectacled, who had closed his eyes to rest.
"Mr. Hale, we have arrived at the airport," a voice called from inside the vehicle, shattering the stillness that enveloped him. Slowly, the old man opened his eyes, revealing bloodshot irises that betrayed his exhaustion.
He forced a weary smile, patting his face in an attempt to shake off the fatigue that clung to him. "We've arrived so quickly? I had hoped to rest a bit longer. Thank you for your hard work."