Late at night, at Savrow International Airport.

Under the calm atmosphere, a storm was brewing, with multiple crises looming.

Ralph had obtained an arrest warrant and joined forces with the customs department to hunt down Maxwell. They implemented stringent surveillance protocols to avoid causing public panic or disrupting flight operations.

Once Maxwell appeared, they were to capture him on the spot.

Throughout the airport, police officers in disguise were strategically stationed, complemented by personnel from the Thompsons and Hoffmans beyond customs.

Tonight, the airport had become a meticulously woven trap awaiting Maxwell's arrival.

As time ticked away, Asher, Ralph, and Ryan stood vigilantly in the control room, their eyes fixed on numerous surveillance screens. Despite the tension and their strained eyes, they dared not relax. "Mr. Asher, Captain Ralph, do you think..."

Sensing the oppressive atmosphere, Ryan coughed lightly and asked, "Do you think it's possible that Maxwell has been missing for so long because he underwent plastic surgery? By now, he must've fully recovered. If he were to show up with a brand-new face right under our noses, we wouldn't recognize him, right?"

Asher stared coldly at the screen, too engrossed to hear what Ryan was saying.

Out of politeness, Ralph glanced at Ryan and replied to him. After all, Ryan had worked hard to help out in this matter. "If he underwent plastic surgery, then how did he get noticed by the members of the Southern Star Syndicate?"

Ryan blinked his charming eyes and suddenly felt enlightened. "Ah... That makes sense! Haha!"

Ralph was at a loss for words. 'They say friends are supposed to complement each other. Did Justin make friends with Ryan to highlight his intelligence and wit?'

"Wait a second. Zoom in on the center screen!" Asher commanded, his gaze fixed on the monitors, his muscular arms suddenly grasping the table's edge.

police officer promptly complied, opening up the central

second, all three of them

strong, icy pressure filled the entire

seated in it, accompanied by his secretary, Taylor,

here. It's very likely that Maxwell

his mother, he's probably trying to divert our attention, using his identity to cover for Maxwell." Ralph nodded gravely.

our trap like this, Christopher is practically begging for trouble!" Ryan's narrowed

his sudden witty remark brought a faint

must thoroughly monitor every corner of the airport. We must also watch Christopher closely. If necessary, he cannot leave the airport." Asher declared, his

customs, pushing his mother in a wheelchair. His secretary walked with

going?" Mrs. Iverson looked up at her son, her expression innocent and childlike,

you've been cooped up at home for too long. I'm

Christopher's deep, slightly upturned

and approached his mother. Kneeling beside her, he carefully arranged the fluffy blanket over her

You should make more plans with her when you're free. I'll make some delicious food for you guys. I remember

Mrs. Iverson's eyes lit

me. I'm also glad that you're fond

and gently stroked his mother's thin, frail cheeks, tears glistening in his eyes as he forced a radiant smile. "But this time, I can't persuade Bella to join me. I'm sorry for disappointing

what are

hands fluttered anxiously in the air like a clueless child. "I'm not disappointed. I'm simply concerned that you won't find happiness. It's alright. There's plenty of time ahead. Just try to

future. Eventually, she'll recognize

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