Chapter 92: The Deal in the Sky

The Gulfstream G650 private jet broke through the clouds, flying smoothly toward New York at high altitude.

Inside the cabin, the luxurious private compartment was dimly lit, with smooth jazz playing softly.

Leo leaned back in the wide leather aviation seat, his deep gaze fixed on the holographic projection screen in front of him.

The door to the private compartment at the rear of the cabin swung open.

A soft yet incredibly seductive sound of footsteps came from deep within the aisle.

Leo opened his eyes.

He saw Serafina walking toward him in silver sky-high heels, swaying gracefully.

She had changed into... a flight attendant uniform.

But this was definitely not any respectable airline uniform.

A deep blue fitted blazer with a neckline cut to the extreme, revealing a large expanse of skin and an unfathomable cleavage.

The blazer's hem was extremely short, barely covering her hips.

The pencil skirt was even tighter, outlining her sexy curves completely.

The skirt hem reached her upper thighs, revealing two long, straight legs wrapped in black stockings.

Her burgundy wavy hair was styled into an elegant bun, with a few strands deliberately left to fall beside her swan-like neck, adding a touch of lazy allure.

Her delicate face wore heavy makeup, with red lips that looked tempting and luscious.

"Good evening, Mr. Ashford."

Serafina walked up to Leo and bent slightly in greeting.

This movement made the skin at her neckline even more exposed.

"I'm your... personal flight attendant for tonight."

She licked her red lips, her long, narrow eyes full of burning desire.

"Whatever you need, just let me know."

Leo leaned back in his leather seat, looking at the woman before him with interest.

"What's this..."

"Keeping my promise."

Serafina smiled seductively, extending her slender fingers to trace along Leo's jawline.

"You said after the Nightfall organization matter was resolved, you'd spend an evening with me."

"Now..."

She suddenly straddled Leo's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"From this moment on, for the next twelve hours..."

She leaned close to him, her red lips almost touching his ear.

"I'm yours."

Leo's eyes darkened, his large hands naturally gripping her slender waist.

"Is that so?"

"Of course."

Serafina took the initiative, pressing her red lips against his in a fierce kiss.

This kiss was filled with extreme aggression and eagerness to please.

"Yes, Reaper..."

Serafina began unbuttoning Leo's shirt, her slender fingers wandering over his firm chest muscles.

High above the ground.

The compartment door was locked from the inside.

In the cabin, only blood-pumping gasps and moans echoed through the luxurious space.

Three days later.

New York.

Manhattan, Times Square.

Countless giant LED screens were broadcasting the same news.

"Breaking news! New York State Senator Sam Baker wins the next New York State governorship by a landslide!"

On screen.

Sam wore an expensive, deep blue suit, standing at the podium.

He was pot-bellied, his face shiny, his eyes gleaming with the unique hypocrisy and greed of a politician.

"Thank you for the support of New York citizens!"

Sam raised both hands in a victory gesture.

Below the stage, countless supporters cheered and celebrated.

"I promise you all!"

Sam's voice carried through the microphone across the venue.

"The first thing I'll do after taking office is clean up New York's public safety!"

"Those gangs, violent criminals, lawless terrorists..."

"I'll make them understand that the law's authority cannot be challenged!"

"Especially..."

He paused, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"That thug named Leo!"

"I've heard he's been running wild in New York, completely lawless!"

"I'm announcing right here and now!"

Sam patted his chest, making a solemn promise.

"Once I officially take office, I'll immediately deploy state police, even the National Guard!"

"To bring that thug to justice!"

"If he dares to resist..."

Sam made a shooting gesture.

"I authorize the police to shoot on sight!"

The supporters below erupted in thunderous cheers.

Countless camera flashes went off.

Reporters frantically pressed their shutters.

This scene was broadcast throughout New York via all major media outlets.

That evening,

Manhattan, Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

Top floor ballroom.

Tonight, a grand celebration party is being held here.

New York's high society elite gathered to celebrate Sam's election victory.

The ballroom was magnificent and splendid.

Massive crystal chandeliers cast brilliant light.

Socialites in haute couture gowns held champagne glasses, conversing elegantly.

Politicians and businessmen in suits and ties clinked glasses, chatting and laughing.

At the main podium in the center of the ballroom.

Sam sat proudly in the seat of honor, surrounded by fawning elites.

"Sam, your speech earlier was absolutely wonderful!"

"Right! That Leo should have been dealt with long ago!"

"With a strong governor like you, New York's public safety will definitely improve!"

"Come, come, Sam, let me toast to you!"

Sam held his wine glass, his face full of smug satisfaction.

"Hahaha! You're all too kind!"

He stood up, raising his glass.

"I, Sam Baker, have today thanks to all of your support!"

"From now on, we're all family!"

"If you have any difficulties, just tell me!"

"As governor, I won't let my people down!"

"Hear, hear!"

The elites raised their glasses.

The ballroom filled with laughter and cheer.

Just then.

"BANG!!"

A deafening crash suddenly exploded at the ballroom entrance!

The heavy oak double doors were kicked, flying, tumoring through the air into the hall and crashing heavily onto the marble floor, stirring up clouds of dust.

The music stopped abruptly.

The laughter and cheer froze instantly.

Everyone was stunned, all turning to look at the entrance.

Through the unsettled dust.

A tall figure, hands in the pockets of a tailored suit, a cigar in his mouth, stepped over the door still trembling on the ground and walked in slowly.

Leo.

Behind him, Olivia in a crisp military uniform with major general insignia on her chest, expressionless, followed at his side.

Just two people.

Single-handedly crashing New York's elite celebration party!

"Leo?!"

Someone recognized him and cried out in terror.

The ballroom instantly descended into chaos.

...

"Oh, my God! How dare he..."

"Quick! Call security!"

"Call the police! Call the police now!"

However.

Leo didn't even glance at these panicking elites.

He walked forward slowly, cigar in mouth, unhurried.

With each step he took, the surrounding elites retreated in terror.

The powerful aura emanating from his very being made everyone instinctively afraid.

"Stop right there!"

Dozens of police officers in black tactical gear, heavily armed, rushed out from various corners of the ballroom.

They had been lying in ambush here, waiting for Leo to walk into their trap!

The lead police captain raised his automatic rifle and shouted sternly, "Leo! You're surrounded!"

"Drop your weapons immediately! Hands on your head! Get down!"

"Otherwise, we have the right to shoot on sight!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Dozens of guns pointed at Leo in unison.

The dark muzzles gleamed with the promise of death under the lights.