Chapter 671
Nathan leaned over and whispered, "Lilian, wake up, we're almost there."
Lilian stirred at the sound of Nathan's voice. She pulled off her eye mask and peered out the window, watching the plane glide down towards Miracalia Airport.
The buildings outside looked both familiar and foreign, making her feel a bit disoriented.
When she left, she was a mess, drowning in grief and convinced she'd never come back.
But here she was, just four months later, returning because she had to handle some things.
Surprisingly, she felt pretty calm about it.
Nathan handed her a bottle of water. "Lilian, have some water. My brother sent someone to pick us up."
Lilian took a sip, then glanced at Nathan's sharp yet rebellious face and couldn't help but smirk. "Nathan, you're really getting the hang of this. No wonder you're the top male star winning over all the female fans this year."
She tilted her head back to drink more water and playfully ruffled Nathan's messy, silver-gray hair.
Nathan met her teasing look and shook his head with a grin. "It's all in the Kelly family genes."
Nathan's grandfather was Oberon's younger brother. Nathan never expected that the idol he admired, Lillian, would turn out to be his cousin.
He was shocked for a moment at the recognition banquet but quickly got over it.
After all, Anouk always looked down on them, thinking the Kellys only survived by relying on Oberon and always acted superior.
Compared to Anouk, Nathan genuinely felt that Lillian was way better in terms of personality, talent, and looks.
Who wouldn't want a sweet, talented cousin who could write songs and choreograph dances for him?
Oberon was worried about Lillian coming back to Miracalia but couldn't join her due to health issues, so he asked Nathan to go with her.
Nathan was more than happy to help. He knew about Lillian's rough past in Miracalia, so he made sure to be extra considerate during the trip.
Lillian definitely noticed. But honestly, after getting over her postpartum depression, she wasn't as fragile as her family thought.
The plane came to a stop, and passengers started getting up.
Nathan put on a baseball cap and mask, reaching for Lillian's bag, but she quickly stopped him. "I don't want people thinking I'm your girlfriend and getting dragged online. From now on, I'm your assistant."
She took Nathan's bag and other stuff from his hands and even grabbed the suitcase from the assistant. "Let's go."
Before Nathan could say anything, Lillian was already pushing the luggage towards the cabin door.
Nathan watched her go and touched his nose. Lillian probably didn't realize how noticeable she was or how good fans were at digging up details. She didn't look like an assistant at all.
These days, fans didn't believe what they saw at first glance; they were all like detectives, only trusting the tiny details they found.
The more they tried to hide, the more fans might get the wrong idea.
Oh well, as long as Lillian was happy.
In the airport corridor, Nathan, being a top male star, was easily recognized.
Even though this trip was under the radar, with no big crowds of fans or media, Miracalia Airport was a hotspot for celebrities, with media often hanging around.
Before Lillian's crew could make it out of the airport, they got swarmed by some media and fans. Luckily, they had bodyguards to handle the chaos.
Lillian kept her head down, lugging a bag and pulling a suitcase, sticking close to Nathan and playing the part of an assistant. She had no idea that two people were watching her in shock from a distance.
"Is that Lillian? Why is she back? Even if she's divorced from Jackson, she doesn't have to lower herself to being a celebrity assistant. It's so embarrassing!" Jenny stared at Lillian's retreating figure, her face lit up with undisguised glee and excitement.
Lillian used to be the poor little rich girl, spoiled by Jackson, living a life Jenny, the real heiress of the Frane Family, could only dream of.
Even after marrying Jackson, Lillian was showered with luxury clothes, bags, and jewelry, despite being neglected.
Jenny had been green with envy for years, but now, seeing Lillian dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans, carrying bags and pushing a suitcase, she looked like a down-and-out assistant.
Without the Frane Family, she was just a poor, pitiful girl.
Star, standing next to Jenny, was decked out in a high-end fall suit, carrying a limited-edition bag, with two bodyguards trailing behind her with large suitcases. "She divorced Jackson, so she has to make a living. Lillian's young and pretty, and she studied dance. Maybe she's trying to break into the entertainment industry. It pays well. Starting as a celebrity assistant, if she catches the eye of a star, producer, or director and is willing to make some sacrifices, opportunities will come her way. She's playing it smart."
They had just come back from a fashion show abroad, feeling on top of the world. Seeing the divorced and down-and-out Lillian was the cherry on top.
Star's lips curled into a mocking smile, her eyes filled with hatred. She remembered the time Lillian had tried to run her over with a car.
Lillian should've gone to jail, but Jackson had whisked her away without any consequences.
After that, Star got beaten up by a hefty woman, breaking two ribs. She'd been bedridden for three months and had only just started going out again.
Watching Lillian's graceful figure fade into the distance, Star felt a faint pain in her ribs.
"Can't be Jackson's wife, so now she's sleeping with greasy old men in the entertainment industry. She's really hit rock bottom!" Jenny sneered.
Star didn't respond, frowning. 'Even though Lillian looks down-and-out, she seems more beautiful. Why is she back after disappearing? Could she still be trying to get Jackson back?'
An hour later, in the CEO's office of Star Group, Terry burst through the door, holding a tablet and almost tripping over himself.
The noise was loud and reckless.
Behind the desk, Jackson, who was reviewing documents, frowned but didn't look up. He radiated displeasure, his voice deep and cold. "You better have a good reason."
Terry knew that for the past four months, Jackson had been sleeping poorly, with four hours of sleep being a good night.
Jackson's life revolved around work, practically living at the office. In a constant state of tension, he couldn't stand interruptions or noise.
Terry, as his assistant, was in a tough spot. Normally, such a mistake would terrify him, but now he was incredibly determined.
Not only did he not slow down, but he also sped up, rushing to the desk. "Mr. Frane, look at this!"
He placed the lit tablet in front of Jackson, almost in tears. Because Lillian had returned.
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