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Curtis just laughed it off, "You pack a punch like you were raised with your bestie in a wild gang or something."

Leanne was speechless.

As the car pulled up to the airport, the first light of dawn cast a golden hue over the parked G650 private jet.

Curtis pulled out a pair of spare flip-flops from the car, holding Leanne's ankle gently as he helped her slip them on.

Stepping out of the car, she gazed out at the vast and empty airport, her dark hair dancing wildly in the morning breeze.

Wrapped in a khaki cashmere throw, the hem of her silk dress and a glimpse of her delicate, pale calf peeking out beneath, she stood there in her slippers, looking like she had just woken up. Curtis held her hand as they ascended the escalator.

The flight attendant on board had already prepared the lounge area, adjusting the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature, with eye masks and earplugs ready for their use.

Before takeoff, Leanne messaged Joy and Selina to let them know.

By the time a sleep-deprived Joy checked her phone. The private jet had already left the country.

"Wait, I just fell asleep. Now have you vanished?"

"Couldn't Curtis spare a seat for me on his private jet?"

the clouds, Leanne curled up in the comfy bed, watching the dense and cotton-like clouds, with the radiant sun rising

over the sea of clouds

her from behind, kissing the

responding earnestly, "Same to

messages from Joy and Selina. Both she and Curtis had turned off their phones, intentionally leaving

as if they had vanished from the face of the Earth, with no one back home hearing a

one could reach them, including

you think they've run

heavy snowstorm had trapped Leanne with Curtis in Northwood, Joy had never been apart from her for so

turned into

in Iceland. What if they run into some bad guys, robbed

"Iceland has got one

with logic,

per capita or not,

richer

beauty and exotic

could captivate anyone

Iceland."

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