Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 467 Madeline's POV I still couldn't get used to how things worked for a Kensington. Normal people would probably have no idea how to move forward after something like that-might even cancel the trip entirely. People like my family, at best, would scramble to buy a last-minute commercial flight and hope nothing else went wrong. But a Kensington... "You bought a new jet and managed to have it delivered today?" Zoey asked, her voice filled with a mix of awe and disbelief. She sighed, looking at Christian like she was still trying to process the information.

"And you already briefed the entire crew about our trip?" Judging by her tone, maybe it wasn't just me. Maybe even she was still occasionally surprised by the sheer power of the last name she'd married into. Christian answered with a smile-that calm, effortless confidence that seemed to come naturally to all Kensington men. "I bought it, and it's even more modern than the previous one," he said, pulling out his tablet and starting to show photos to Marcus, who immediately got excited too.

It was fascinating to watch them light up over technical specs and advanced security features, like they were buying a new car-not replacing an aircraft that had been blown up just hours earlier. Zoey flopped onto the couch, muttering something about men and their new toys, shaking her head with an amused exasperation I understood perfectly. "Matt turns two in a few weeks and he's already just like his father," she said, laughing softly. "Any chance he gets, he spends hours on the flight simulator Christian installed in the game room-'flying' around and pushing every button.

money and connections, the next morning we were all boarding a flight to Verdania. Nearly twenty-four hours behind the original plan, still shaken by what had happened-but moving forward. The new jet really was impressive. It

leather seat I'd ever experienced-I heard Marcus and Christian talking quietly nearby. "You think it was him?" Marcus asked, his voice tight with restrained tension. "That Dominic had a hand in this?" "I don't think so," Christian replied without hesitation. "I'm sure of it. The real question is... how did he get that close?" My stomach clenched

pause, and I imagined the two of

who knew about our trip or worked on it has been suspended and is under investigation until we find the person responsible." "Do you think it'll take long?" "I'm sure it won't," Christian said with conviction. "Especially since the Valentian government is involved now. An attack at an airport isn't exactly something you can sweep under the rug.' He paused, and when he spoke again, his