The flight, lasting three and a half hours, found Jeremy asleep on the sofa, his face hidden behind a magazine. His calm demeanor was typical. To avoid being a third wheel, John quickly left the lounge, giving the couple privacy. Despite this, Richard felt their private time had been ruined.

Upon learning Tiffany was on leave for a week, Richard, assuming a long trip, immediately followed her. He believed he could be near her, protect her, anywhere, even in hell. Unexpectedly, she'd brought a gigolo instead.

Richard's face darkened. As despair enveloped him, he felt a chill on his lips. Opening his eyes, he saw Tiffany's smiling face. She offered him fruit, coaxing, "Be good, open your mouth."

"Girl, you're getting bolder!" Richard's volcanic temper threatened to erupt. The plane's few servants were shocked by her boldness. Tiffany's tone, a strangely humorous imitation of child-coaxing, held a veiled threat. If Richard truly raged, none would escape unscathed. Their hearts pounded; cold sweat broke out.

To their surprise, Richard ate the fruit, saying leisurely, "It's not sweet enough."

"Isn't it?" Tiffany tasted some. "It's clearly" She was interrupted.

The servants, shocked, silently retreated. They realized this was not a fight—it was a lovers' quarrel, of a more intimate nature.

Tiffany met Richard's dark, deep gaze, a magnetic vortex of intense emotion, as if he wanted to devour her. A cool touch on her lips, soft yet forceful, conveyed punishment, desire, and an irresistible attraction.

After a long moment, Richard released her. Fire still burned in her eyes, but a smile played on his handsome face. His voice, hoarse and magnetic, murmured, "Be good. You have to coax me like that next time."

"What? Shame on you! You're the grumpy one! Why should I coax you?" Tiffany glared, resuming her snack.

Before evening, the private jet arrived at a small border town, landing atop a mountain. Servants and bodyguards lined up to greet them, behind them a grand villa.

Tiffany whistled in awe. "This can't be yours too, right?"

Richard raised an eyebrow. "I forgot." He owned so many mansions, he couldn't remember them all.

John explained, "Mr. Hampton, you said a convenient stopover would be useful, so this was built."

Tiffany's mouth twitched. A stopover? This was a sprawling estate! Two or three buildings, a tarmac, private jets—a mere stopover?

Sighing, Tiffany realized her wealth paled in comparison to Richard's. Jeremy remained calm.

They rested that night, planning to enter Misty Ridge the next day. The villa was far more comfortable than a hotel, offering respectful service and excellent security. From the mountaintop, the entire town was visible, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

At night, the town lights resembled a galaxy, but the most dazzling was a large light on a distant mountaintop—an ancient-looking castle.

Curious, Tiffany pointed. "What's that?"

John peered. "I've never seen that before. Did someone build a castle there?"

Tiffany stopped questioning. There seemed to be a lot of wealthy people around.

After dinner, the servant arranged Jeremy's room. He went straight to his own, having slept constantly during the journey. Tiffany wondered if he’d been sneaking out for pleasure, but he never revealed his activities. Richard raised his eyebrows, pleased.

Jeremy remained discreet and distant, a highly qualified subordinate, even as a third wheel.

Content, Richard scratched Tiffany's palm. "Shall we explore?"

Tiffany readily agreed. It was only 7:30 PM; she wasn't ready for bed.

They left the villa and wandered down to the town. The sparsely populated area had a bustling night market. As they walked, crowds gathered.

People turned to stare.

"Look, is he a celebrity? Oh my god, he's so handsome!"

"Wow, she's beautiful! Like a princess!"

Many felt lucky to see such a striking couple. The road became crowded, some taking pictures, but Richard's imposing presence kept them at bay.

Tiffany, disliking crowds, pulled Richard back towards the villa.

The quiet was a relief. Wiping her brow, she said, "Forget it. We have amazing views from the mountain. Let's stay up here."

Richard, taking her hand, smiled. "Tired? I'll take you somewhere else."

They went to the back of the villa, where the passage ends abruptly.