"Yes, we're on the verge of landing

“Alright, he replied, his voice carrying a husky undertone from just waking up.

Mathews shifted his gaze towards the window, where the faint reflection of Claudia appeared on the glass pane.

His thoughts weighed heavily on him, influenced by Miguel's words.

Once the plane completed its taxiing, the cabin radio crackled to life. Guided by the airline stewardesses, Claudia collected her bag and disembarked.

Stepping off the plane, Claudia walked ahead about ten meters, coming to a stop to wait for Joann.

Seeing her pause, Mathews halted and inquired, “Are you waiting for your assistant?"

She nodded, replying, “And you? Where's your agent?" “He's right behind me. He cast a glance toward the plane's exit and adjusted the brim of his hat.

Claudia bit her lip, feeling a touch awkward, uncertain of what to say. Just then, Joann rushed over, exclaiming, “Claudi:

Claudia greeted her with a smile.

"I'm here

With a backpack slung over her shoulder, Joann looked endearing as she approached,

She reached Claudia and, eyeing Mathews, asked, “Who's this?"

Goodness, she had worked for Claudia for years, and she had no idea Claudia had so many handsome acquaintances.

Even though she couldn't see the man's face clearly, that chiseled jawline, well-defined physique, and long, straight legs unmistakably marked him as a handsome man.

“Mathews Gomez," Claudia introduced.

Joann was taken aback, "What a coincidence, Mr. Gomez! Mathews nodded and replied, “My agent is here. I'm taking off now." With that, he turned around, waved to Miguel, and strode away.

As soon as Miguel disembarked from the plane, he spotted Mathews engaged in conversation with someone. The distance had obscured his view earlier, but as he hastened toward them, he discovered that it was Claudia.

Miguel's expression underwent a subtle shift, but he maintained a pleasant smile as he approached Claudia.

“Miss Marshall, Miss Norris, what a delightful surprise

"Indeed," Claudia replied. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Miguel hurried over to Mathews.

“What's going on? Why is Claudia here?"

Mathews cast a lazy gaze at him from behind his sunglasses.

"How should I know? I don't arrange the flights, and I can't dictate whom I end up running into on the plane."