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The flight Andrew was on was delayed, and it landed less than five minutes after the concert ended. He hurried out of the airport.

A black Bentley was waiting for him at the airport entrance.

"Boss," Nathan stood beside the car.

"Give me the keys," Andrew said in a low voice.

Nathan immediately handed the car keys to him.

Andrew silently got into the car, pressed the accelerator, and the car shot out of the airport like an arrow.

The airport was in the suburbs, at least an hour's drive from downtown. By the time he arrived at the concert venue, it was already empty.

He walked into the concert venue alone, randomly chose a seat, and sat down. The surroundings were silent and empty, adding to the loneliness.

He silently lit a cigarette, letting it burn between his fingertips, the smoke flickering in the dim light.

His deep blue eyes were calm, devoid of any emotion except for a hint of exhaustion and loneliness in his brow.

Just as the cigarette burned halfway, the lights above suddenly