Chapter 85

Chapter Eighty-Five

Genevieve paced back and forth nervously, her eyes fixed on the bank of monitors before her. She was waiting anxiously for a signal, her brow furrowed with frustration as she tried to keep calm.

“Before the car-squealing chaos begins, there are a few ground rules we need to clarify,” Frankie began, pulling out his phone and glancing at reports from the park. His tone was a mix of amusement and authority.

“Excuse me, sir,” an elderly airport worker interrupted, stepping in with a firm expression.

Frankie turned, flashing his most charming grin. “Yes, beautiful? What can I do for you?” he asked, clearly enjoying the moment.

The woman, however, was completely unfazed by his antics. “There’s no smoking in here. Please put that out,” she said firmly.

Frankie’s smile quickly faded into a scowl. “Is it now illegal just to hold a cigarette?” he snapped, irritation creeping into his voice.