Chapter 7-Back in the county

SIX YEARS LATER

INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT — MEXICO CITY

9:30 A.M.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

The terminal was packed with flashing cameras and shouting reporters.

Everyone pushed forward, desperate to get the best view.

“Move! Get the camera closer!” one cameraman shouted, shoving another aside.

“Do you think she’ll actually say something?” a female reporter asked excitedly. “I heard she doesn’t even speak to most of her managers.”

“Who cares if she talks?” another reporter replied. “Just keep your eyes on the runway!”

Vrooooom!

The loud roar of jet engines echoed through the airport as a sleek matte-black private jet touched down.

The tires hit the runway with a heavy thud.

The crowd instantly exploded with excitement.

“Oh my God!”

“She’s here!”

“She’s finally back!”

A team of tall bodyguards dressed in black suits stepped out first.

Their expressions were cold as they quickly formed a protective line.

“Stand back!”

“Give her space!” the head of security ordered.

The jet door slowly opened.

Sssshhh…

A pair of glossy black stilettos appeared first.

Then long legs wrapped in a perfectly tailored black pinstripe suit.

When Alita finally stepped into the sunlight…

The entire airport fell silent.

Her long dark hair danced gently in the breeze.

Her sharp features carried elegance and authority.

She no longer looked like the innocent actress who had disappeared six years ago.

She looked like a queen.

Beside her came two children.

A little boy.

A little girl.

Both dressed in matching black suits.

Their striking blue eyes calmly studied the crowd with an intelligence far beyond their years.

“Oh my God…” one reporter whispered.

“Are those really children?”

“They look like royalty.”

“No…”

“They look like little kings and queens.”

“Please marry me, L.B.!” a fan shouted from the crowd.

“Get in line!” another man yelled.

“L.B. is my future wife!”

Alita ignored every word.

Her expression remained calm.

Elegant.

Untouchable.

Suddenly, one photographer zoomed in with his camera.

His eyes widened.

“Wait…”

“That face…”

“Those eyes…”

His mouth slowly fell open.

“Isn’t that… Alita Brown?”

The crowd went silent.

Then chaos broke out.

“What?!”

“The actress who disappeared six years ago?”

“It really is Alita Brown!”

“Alita!”

“Where have you been?”

“Why did you disappear?”

“Who are the children?”

“Were you married?”

Questions flew from every direction.

Camera flashes lit up the airport nonstop.

Without saying a single word, Alita smiled politely.

A perfect smile.

Beautiful…

But completely empty.

She calmly entered the waiting black SUV.

Slam!

The door shut, instantly blocking out the noise.

Silence filled the luxurious interior.

“Ugh!”

Andria threw herself dramatically onto the leather seat.

“I hate paparazzi.”

“They smell like cheap coffee and desperation.”

Alita laughed softly.

“Hahaha…”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to get used to them, sweetheart.”

Andrea never looked up from the tablet resting on his lap.

He adjusted his glasses before speaking.

“Morning Star’s stock price increased by four percent the moment you stepped out of the plane.”

He looked at the screen again.

“Interesting.”

Alita looked at both of her children.

A warm smile appeared on her lips.

But deep inside…

Her heart still carried the scars of that night.

The night everything changed.

“Mom…”

Andrea finally looked up.

“When is Iron Man coming?”

That was what both twins called their grandfather.

Despite his old age, he was still incredibly strong and energetic.

“He’ll be here next week,” Alita replied.

“He had to finish taking care of something in France.”

Andria pouted.

“It’s so boring without him.”

Alita smiled and gently rubbed her daughter’s head.

“He misses both of you just as much.”

In another part of the city, a man dressed in black stood respectfully before his boss.

“Boss…”

“The woman you spent the night with six years ago has returned to Mexico.”

He paused before adding,

“She’s also the anonymous international supermodel Morning star just signed known as L.B.”

“And…”

“She has a pair of twins.”

The man sitting behind the desk slowly closed the file in his hands.

A dangerous smile spread across his face.

“So…”

He finally found her.

His fingers tapped lazily against the polished desk.

“Buy out the majority shares of the company anonymously’’. “She hid long enough.”

He slowly stood up.

“It’s time…”

“…to pay her a visit.”