Chapter 900:
Rylie regarded her with quiet concern. She had always seen Melany as a reliable younger sister, but she also knew when not to pry into matters people weren’t ready to share.
She gave a calm instruction, her tone gentle yet steady. “Sit in the front seat and open the window a bit. The drive to Ruby Resort will take some time.”
Before getting in, Rylie paused by the car door and glanced back at the final private jet resting on the tarmac. It had landed almost alongside theirs, yet not a single person had stepped out.
Even from that distance, she could feel the weight of unseen gazes following her. The unsettling sensation tightened in her chest, though she quickly pushed the thought aside and got into the car.
Moments after Rylie’s vehicle departed, Deandre finally descended the steps of the jet, trailed by a formation of imposing men in dark suits—the elite operatives of the Costa Syndicate.
Their presence immediately stiffened the atmosphere. The airport staff kept their heads low, their movements cautious and deliberate.
Deandre removed his sunglasses and handed them to his assistant. “Relax,” he said coolly. “I’m only here to enjoy a vacation. The news about my arrival hasn’t leaked, has it?”
The head of staff hurriedly shook his head. “No, sir. Every employee involved has signed a confidentiality agreement. Your presence here is completely private.”
A faint smile curved Deandre’s lips. “Good. Then let’s go to Ruby Resort.”
As his car rolled forward and passed the faint trace of vomit on the ground, his expression turned thoughtful, the earlier smile vanishing without a word.
At that same moment, aboard the bus, Rylie’s phone buzzed with an incoming message from Deandre.
His first message was brief, asking if she had reached the resort safely. The next line followed almost immediately, inquiring about Melany and whether she was feeling unwell. Rylie stared at the unexpected text, her brow arching slightly. Her gaze drifted toward Melany, who sat by the window with her eyes closed, her face pale and drained of color.
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After a moment of hesitation, Rylie typed her reply. “She’s airsick. Why are you suddenly interested in my employee?”
On the other end, Deandre frowned at the response, clicking his tongue in mild irritation. The memory of that night flashed unbidden through his mind, the one that had spiraled out of control. He remembered the soft cries, the warmth of flushed skin against his, the fleeting chaos of it all.
Yet he had been with countless women before. Why did this one linger in his thoughts?
He told himself it was only pity, sympathy for her youth and vulnerability. Nothing more.
He quickly composed a short reply. “No reason. Enjoy your vacation.”
Rylie glanced at her phone, her expression unreadable, then locked the screen and set it aside.
She was certain there was more going on between Deandre and Melany. If Deandre truly had fathered a child outside…
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