"Not your boyfriend?" Felix was confused.

That was until he heard Nancy's voice, barely audible as she murmured, "Husband."

Felix blinked. "What's the difference?"

Nancy mustered the courage to look up and explain, "If I say boyfriend, it makes him think there's still a chance. But a husband will completely shut him down."

Ah, so that was her plan—quite thorough.

"Alright."

At the domestic arrivals gate of Aleshire Airport, the passing crowd couldn't help but take a second look.

Two rows of men in black suits stood in formation. At the front, a young man with slicked-back hair held a large bouquet of roses. He was decently good-looking and was clearly waiting for someone.

Some sharp-eyed observers noticed his wristwatch—a Patek Philippe—and, combined with the entourage, it was clear he was someone wealthy. In Dragonia, there was a saying, "The rich in Aleshire were the real rich, while everyone else was just playing pretend".

"Isn't that Ronald Sullivan, the second heir of U