Chapter 978

Divine Opportunity

The night breeze carried a chill as Felix Valdemar stood outside the club, having talked on the phone for nearly an hour.

He barely noticed the cold, engrossed in his playful banter with Isabella Langley on the other end of the line.

"Are you in some kind of trouble?" Felix suddenly asked.

The click of high heels approached from a distance.

A heavily made-up woman sashayed toward him, her overpowering perfume assaulting his senses.

"Felix, I've been waiting for you~" she cooed, pressing herself against him.

Felix shoved her away violently. "Get lost!"

He hurriedly spoke into the phone, "Isabella, listen—I don't even know this woman!"

Isabella's cold laugh echoed through the receiver. "Quite the lively nightlife you have, Felix."

"It's not what you think!"

The woman clung to him again. "Felix~"

"Shut up!" He flung her off in a rage.

The call had already disconnected.

Felix's expression darkened. "Who sent you?"

The woman stumbled back, frightened.

Without another word, he turned and dialed Ethan Roscente's number.

"Boss Ethan, where are you?"

"Airport."

Felix's eyes lit up. "Going to see Patrick Alpinus?"

A brief silence followed.

"Flight's delayed by an hour," Ethan replied coolly.

Felix immediately spun his car around.

He sped through the streets, pulling strings to secure a last-minute seat on the same flight.

When he found his seat, Ethan was resting with his eyes closed.

"Boss Ethan," Felix whispered, "why the sudden trip?"

Ethan opened his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping over him. "I should be asking you that."

Felix reeked of alcohol, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

"I... just felt like taking a spontaneous vacation."

Ethan gave him a knowing look but didn't press further.

The plane began taxiing toward the runway.

Gazing out at the dark night sky, Felix allowed a faint smile to curl his lips.

This was nothing short of divine intervention.