The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 305 You’ll regret it the second we touch down

Chapter 305: Chapter 305 You’ll regret it the second we touch down

As night fell, the trio finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Samantha drove the other two toward the airport, her hands steady on the wheel. "Megan, make sure to call us as soon as you arrive, okay? Just to let us know you’re safe."

"Of course, you’ll be the first to hear from us," came the reassuring reply.

Ethan stood up, gripping the back of the seat for support. His voice wobbled slightly as he said, "Battle-axe, Ethan’s really gonna miss you." His nose twitched as he fought back sniffles.

Silently, he pulled out a check and slipped it into Samantha’s favorite cloth pouch.

Samantha often said that if her child were still alive, they’d be taller than her by now—and Ethan would have to call them "big brother."

But life didn’t deal in "what-ifs," and Ethan had learned that truth early on.

Two hours later, Samantha dropped them off at the airport.

A young man was already waiting to escort them inside.

Samantha watched their retreating figures, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked.

Just as she wiped her eyes, a tall, imposing man strode into the terminal.

"Mommy, who’s that mister?" Ethan blinked up at the stranger with wide, curious eyes.

Arthur smoothed a hand through his flaxen hair and smiled. "Just call me Uncle Arthur."

"Wow! I like your name—it sounds like prince!" Ethan giggled, his earlier sadness momentarily forgotten.

"Megan, your hair..."

Megan chuckled lightly, "Just keeping up with the trend. Went for platinum. Do I look good?"

"Kinda like the White-Haired Witch, but you’re still you—one glance from you outshines all the beauties in the world."

Listening to Arthur’s flattery, Megan scoffed, "Cut the sweet talk!"

Arthur handed her a wooden box. "Put on the mask. No one will ever recognize either of you."

Megan took out the mask and slipped it on—an utterly ordinary face, the kind that would vanish in a crowd.

She crouched down and fitted Ethan with a mask as well. Strangely enough, their faces now matched perfectly, looking unmistakably like mother and son.

"Your skills have really leveled up. Impressive."

Praise clearly went to Arthur’s head. "Damn right! Who do you think I am? Here, your passports and new IDs."

Megan stood up, took the documents, and gently grasped Ethan’s small hand. "Alright, let’s say goodbye to Uncle."

As Arthur watched the mother and son walk away, a pang of sorrow hit him.

Over the years, he had taken over NexusStar, becoming its CEO. The pressure to keep the company afloat at its former level had been immense. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how Megan, a single woman, had managed to hold up such a massive multinational corporation all by herself.

’’Departure Lounge.’’

To avoid drawing attention, Megan and Ethan waited for their flight like any ordinary passengers.

Ethan watched as a child walked by, happily licking an ice cream cone. He tugged at Megan’s sleeve. "Mommy, Ethan wants ice cream. All the other kids have had it. Ethan’s never tried it before."

Ethan rarely went out, so he had never tasted many of the snacks other kids enjoyed. Megan felt a pang of guilt about this.

While it’s true that junk food should be eaten in moderation, what child hasn’t indulged in it at least once?

Megan nodded. "How about Mommy buys some for you? Let’s go together."

"You go ahead, Mommy. Ethan’s little feet are about to fall off," Ethan replied, swinging his legs idly from his seat.

Megan ruffled his hair affectionately. "Alright, Mommy will go get them then."

As soon as Megan walked toward the Italian gelato shop, Ethan immediately hopped down from his seat.

He dashed to the third row ahead and stopped in front of a man.

The man was tall—even while seated, Ethan had to crane his neck to look up at him.

"You’ve been staring at my mom for seven minutes and twenty seconds since we got here. You’ve got bad intentions, don’t you?" the little boy challenged.

Leaning forward, the man countered, "Do you have a dad?"

"Of course! Where else do you think I came from?" Ethan retorted.

The man pinched his cheek lightly and clicked his tongue. The texture wasn’t quite right—not as nice as before.

"Then why isn’t your dad here with you?"

Ethan planted his hands on his hips. "Don’t try to fish for information! Listen up—stay away from my mom, or you’ll regret it."

The man watched as the little boy stubbornly marched back to his seat, his determined stride uncannily reminiscent of Megan.

The ping of a text message drew his attention downward—three million had just been transferred from his account.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled in relief. Good thing he’d linked ’that’ card. If it had been the other one, he might as well have filed for bankruptcy.

’That little rascal’s got potential.’

Spotting Megan returning with two ice cream cones in hand, Ethan dashed over. "Thanks, Mommy!"

He took one and gave it an eager lick. "Sooo good!"

"Slow down, or you’ll get a stomachache," Megan chided, taking his tiny hand as they settled onto a bench to enjoy their treats.

The moment stirred a memory—vivid as yesterday—of her and Tristan out shopping after her rebirth, when she’d craved ice cream.

’"Sweetheart, is it good?"’

’"Mhm."’

’"Prove it."’

Then, he’d kissed the traces of dessert from her lips.

"Mommy, you’re spacing out! Your ice cream’s melting," Ethan observed, deftly rescuing the neglected cone from her grip. "Guess you don’t like this flavor. I’ll help you finish it!"

Watching his triumphant grin, Megan dabbed his sticky mouth with a napkin.

Overhead, the boarding announcement crackled to life. She stood, tightening her hold on Ethan’s hand as they joined the queue.

Ethan stuck his tongue out at the man standing not far behind them.

Megan shot him a disapproving look. "Ethan, don’t be rude."

She turned toward the man, and her breath hitched. Though his features were different, his height and the aura he carried were uncannily familiar.

She nodded apologetically. "Sorry about that. Kids can be a handful."

The man simply smiled without a word.

Once aboard the plane, Ethan settled into his window seat while Megan pulled out a book to keep him occupied during the long flight.

Just then, the tall man slid into the seat beside her, his familiar scent drifting into her senses.

Megan stiffened involuntarily.

"Traveling can be tough without a man’s help. Mind if I join you?"

She clenched her fists. "I won’t need one for another six months. I’m fine now."

He wrapped his fingers around her curled hand. "But I’m delicate and weak. I could use a woman’s care."

"The hotel has plenty of business cards. Room service is very accommodating."

He chuckled softly. "Then I’ll wait for you."

Megan: ’Have you no shame? Our kid is right here.’

From his seat by the window, Ethan noticed the man and rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Mommy! Daddy’s picking us up when we land. If anyone messes with us, we’ll just let Daddy take care of them—’permanently’."

The message was clear: ’Don’t even think about it, or you’ll regret it the second we touch down.’

The man ignored the little boy’s warning, his fingers lightly brushing against Megan’s while his long leg casually pressed closer.

"Did your hair turn white because you’ve been missing my... ’nourishment’?"