Inside a private jet, René Alejandro opened his eyes. He automatically scanned the cabin for any threats. Seeing none, he heaved a sigh of relief.
The flight attendants had already withdrawn to their crew bunk, leaving the handful of passengers to rest. The cabin was dim, but it flew steadily in the sky.
René Alejandro opened the window beside him and peeked at the black sky outside. He glanced at the real-time travel route. The plane was above the ocean. No wonder it was so dark that it almost felt like they were travelling to the abyss.
He checked the lone passenger across the aisle. A cold gaze settled on him, causing him to freeze for a couple of seconds.
"Papa, how are you feeling?" René Alejandro asked.
Vizconde Marco Sebastian del Aguila y Gonzales, viscount of Castillo de Estrellas, didn't reply. Instead, the handsome middle-aged man continued looking at him with ice-cold eyes. It felt like looking at the devil himself.
