28.

Axel walked out of the private jet his tall aura unfolding as he stretched his arms relaxing his tensed muscles.

His guards flanked him, their eyes scanning the surrounding area with a mix of vigilance and routine.

The warm sun beat down on him, a stark contrast to the air-conditioned comfort of the jet.

As he walked down the stairs his guards alliegned their footsteps echoing.

Axel's tiredness was palpable. His eyes red rimmed and his face all down. The jet lag was getting to him he couldn't wait to go home and get some rest.

"Mr. Storm, welcome back," one of his guards said, as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

Axel nodded curtly, his eyes already scanning the area for his car. "Thanks, John. Get me to the car, please."

The guards moved swiftly, clearing a path through the small crowd of onlookers. Axel's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the sleek black sedan waiting by the hangar door.

As they approached the car, the driver jumped out, opening the rear door with a r
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