Three weeks had crawled by since Alexander's departure, and at last, his private jet descended onto the runway in Country G. Waiting for him on the tarmac was a full reception of his grandfather's men lined up in disciplined rows, their presence impossible to miss.
Smirking, Alexander walked towards them. "Sir Alexander, we have been instructed to escort you back to the estate," Lucas announced, bowing his head slightly. The older man stood at the front, his posture straight despite his age.
"Escort?" Alexander sneered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the more than twenty men assembled for him alone. 'That old man really went all out.' He thought.
"Please, come with us," Lucas said with a gentle smile, deepening the fine wrinkles on his aging face.
"Of course, Grandpa Lu," Alexander replied. 'Not like I had a choice.'
