The Retired Young Mercenary Is Secretly a Billionaire-Chapter 59: Cotton Candy!!

Morning light spilled across the Keller residence, bathing it in golden warmth. But unlike most mornings, there was a spark of excited chaos in the air.

The usually quiet house echoed with hurried footsteps, suitcase zippers, and laughter.

"Where’s my backpack?" Hope shouted from her room.

Asher ran down the hall holding two plushies—one a lion, the other a shark. "Hope! You forgot Sharky!"

"Coming!" she yelled back, dashing over to snatch it from his hands.

In the kitchen, Elena was laying out plates of toast, eggs, and fresh fruit. The aroma of hot chai filled the air.

"Breakfast is ready!" she called over her shoulder, checking the stovetop one last time.

Just then, the front door opened. Miles stepped in, wiping sweat from his brow after an early morning run, his black training hoodie clinging to his frame.

Elena raised an eyebrow at him. "You better take a bath quickly. You’re not boarding a plane smelling like a battlefield."

Miles smirked. "Relax, Mom. We’re not running late. Besides, I already packed last night."

"Still," she said, hands on her hips. "Go. Clean up. You’re setting a bad example."

He gave her a small mock salute and jogged up the stairs.

Meanwhile, Daniel helped the twins double-check their tiny suitcases. He chuckled when he saw Asher trying to shove a soccer ball inside his already full bag. "Buddy, we’re going on vacation, not a football match."

"But what if the beach has a goalpost?" Asher asked with wide eyes.

"We’ll buy one there," Daniel laughed, patting his head.

By the time Miles returned—freshly showered and dressed in a sleek black travel jacket and jeans—everyone else was lined up by the door.

Elena, clipboard in hand, did one last check. "Chargers? Sunscreen?"

"Yes, Mom," the twins chorused, exasperated but smiling.

Miles opened the door and turned back with a grin. "Alright then, troops. Let’s move."

The family stepped out into the morning sun, the excitement practically bubbling in the air. The luggage was quickly loaded into the black SUV waiting in the driveway.

As the car rolled out of the gate, Hope pressed her face against the window. "Big bro, are we really going to see both the mountains and the sea?"

"You’ll see," Miles replied, smiling to himself. "You’re going to love it."

The drive to the airport was smooth. Miles leaned back in his seat while Elena held a steady, if slightly nervous, calm. Daniel chatted casually with her, and the twins were too mesmerized by passing scenery to argue.

By the time they pulled up to the airport, the VIP access lane was already open.

A sleek figure stood near the entrance, arms folded, sunglasses perched on her head.

Clarissa.

She wore a light beige travel coat over a pale coral dress, and a calm smile touched her lips as she watched the car pull up.

Miles stepped out first, giving her a nod. "Morning, Clarissa"

Clarissa tilted her head. "Took you long enough."

"We had to pack half the house," Miles said, gesturing toward the back seat where Hope and Asher waved from the window.

Clarissa leaned slightly to catch their expressions and gave a little wave in return. "So these are the little humans you’ve been hiding."

Hope unbuckled and jumped out, followed by Asher. "Who’s she?" they asked in unison.

Miles chuckled. "She’s a friend. Be nice—she knows kung fu."

Clarissa grinned. "And I also know who steals the last cookie."

The twins gasped and instantly held their hands behind their backs, laughing.

As the family gathered around, Clarissa looked to Elena and Daniel with a soft, respectful nod. "It’s an honor to finally meet you both."

Elena smiled warmly. "Likewise, dear. Thank you for arranging this."

Miles gave a quick glance at his phone before turning to Clarissa. "We good to go?"

She nodded. "Jet’s ready."

They began to walk inside, luggage wheeled beside them, the terminal doors opening automatically to welcome the group into the next Chapter of their journey.

The family stepped into the private jet, and it felt like entering a dream.

Polished mahogany lined the edges of the cabin, with soft golden lights accenting the ceilings and windows. Plush cream-colored recliner seats were arranged in two rows, more like a luxury lounge than an airplane. Velvet curtains separated the seating area from a compact lounge in the back, where a small minibar and bookshelf stood. The floors were layered in dark carpet stitched with phoenix-feather motifs—elegant, and clearly custom-designed.

Hope and Asher stepped in slowly, mouths hanging open, eyes sparkling like they’d just entered a flying castle.

"Big broooo!" Hope gasped, spinning slowly. "This plane has a couch! It has a TV!"

"Is this a hotel or an airplane!?" Asher ran forward and flopped onto one of the massive seats, his legs dangling.

Miles chuckled as he placed a hand on Asher’s head. "It’s both."

Clarissa walked in behind them, her arms crossed playfully. "Welcome aboard "

Daniel smiled, walking toward the seats with Elena, both quietly admiring the class and warmth of the interior. "This is... something else," he muttered.

Elena nodded, still taking it in. "I’ve never flown like this before."

Miles helped everyone settle in. Daniel sat beside Elena on the left row. Hope and Asher, still buzzing with curiosity, bounced between the windows before Clarissa guided them gently to their seats—near to her and Miles.

Once everyone was buckled in, a soft ding chimed overhead. Then, the speakers crackled to life.

"Ladies and gentlemen... and our two little adventurers," came a friendly male voice, "this is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard. We are headed to a very special destination today—a place where mountains meet the sea. Please ensure your seatbelts are fastened, your snacks are stashed, and your smiles are on. We’ll be taking off shortly."

Hope and Asher giggled at "little adventurers," while Elena smiled at the thoughtful touch.

The engines hummed louder as the jet began to roll. Miles leaned toward the twins. "Alright, hang on tight."

The jet picked up speed, and as the wheels lifted from the runway, Hope and Asher clutched Miles’s arms tightly—eyes wide, then squeezed shut.

"We’re flying! We’re flying!" Hope squealed, but her voice trembled with both excitement and nerves.

Miles laughed softly, wrapping one arm around each of them. "You’re okay. Just wait..."

A few seconds later, the jet evened out. Smooth skies awaited above the clouds.

"We’re in the air," Miles whispered. "Open your eyes."

Asher peeked first. Then Hope. Both gasped.

"Woahhhhh!"

Outside, the world had transformed. The city below looked like a toy set—tiny cars, miniature buildings, a winding river that shimmered in the early sun.

"Look at that cloud! It’s like cotton candy!" Hope pressed her hands to the window.

"The whole world looks so small from here," Asher whispered, eyes full of wonder.

Time passed gently in the cabin. Soft music played in the background, and snacks were served by a polite steward in black and gold. The family shared laughter, stories, and warmth—like a calm before an unforgettable adventure.

Then came the voice again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we’re now flying above your destination. Please take a look out the right-hand windows."

Everyone turned.

The view was breathtaking.

Below them sprawled a stretch of emerald mountains, their peaks kissed by drifting mist. Between the ranges flowed a river that eventually opened into a vast, gleaming bay. The ocean stretched beyond, blue and infinite, colliding gently with white sand beaches that curved like painted brushstrokes.

Nestled where the foothills met the coast was a hidden valley, rich with greenery, blooming trees, and shimmering rooftops built in harmony with the land.

"Is that... where we’re going?" Elena breathed.

Miles smiled. "Yes, Beautiful isn’t it"

Hope and Asher were speechless. Faces glued to the window, they just stared.

"It looks like a kingdom..." Hope whispered.

"It looks like magic," said Asher.

Miles leaned back, content. "Wait until you see it up close."

The private jet touched down with a gentle rumble atop a long, stone-laid runway built at the peak of a lush mountain. Surrounded by dense, ancient forests and overlooking the vast ocean beyond, the air was cooler here—crisp, clean, and almost otherworldly.

As the aircraft’s door opened, a wave of fresh mountain breeze swept in, carrying with it the scent of pine and salt. Miles stepped out first, his sharp gaze sweeping across the picturesque surroundings. Behind him, Hope and Asher peeked out excitedly, followed by Elena and Daniel. Clarissa, already standing outside, offered a small smile before nodding toward the welcoming party waiting ahead.

A crowd had gathered—men and women dressed in elegant traditional attire, lined in neat rows. They held woven garlands of fragrant flowers, some with bowls of herbal mist used in ceremonial greetings. Their demeanor was graceful, calm, and reverent.

As the family stepped down onto the stone path, soft instrumental music began playing from one side, blending with the natural soundscape of birds and swaying trees.

A young girl walked up to Hope and Asher first, bowing slightly before gently slipping flower garlands over their necks.

"Wow! Look, big bro!" Hope’s eyes widened as she touched the fresh petals.

"They’re so many people!" Asher whispered, gripping Miles’s hand tighter.

Elena looked around, awe evident in her expression. "This is... incredible. I didn’t expect such a warm welcome."

Daniel nodded slowly. "It’s like arriving at a palace."

Miles smiled but said nothing. He gently guided his family forward as the path curved toward an open-top electric caravan waiting for them, its sides carved with intricate traditional designs.

They were escorted up a winding slope lined with cherry blossom trees and jade lanterns until finally, they reached a vast estate nestled between tall cliffs. The house ahead wasn’t just large—it was majestic. Designed with a fusion of nature and elegance, it featured tiered wooden roofs, wide verandas, and glass corridors that allowed the sunlight to bathe its interiors.

"Woah!" Hope said, spinning as she tried to take in the entire house. "This place is HUGE!"

"I’ve never seen anything like it..." Elena whispered, her hand unconsciously finding Daniel’s.

Miles stepped forward and turned to them with a smirk. "We’re staying here."

Clarissa chuckled beside him. "Just for a little while. Consider it a gift of hospitality."

Hope and Asher immediately ran ahead through the open gates, marveling at a stone koi pond, a cherry blossom garden, and a little wooden bridge that led into the courtyard.

Attendants in subtle uniforms followed, quietly unloading the family’s luggage and directing it to their respective rooms with seamless coordination. Elena seemed momentarily overwhelmed, but Miles placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Just relax. You deserve it," he said softly.

She smiled, then gave him a quick nod before being led into the residence by a steward, with Daniel following close behind.

Hope and Asher were already racing toward what they called "the indoor forest"—a greenhouse-style atrium at the center of the house filled with exotic plants and butterflies.

Miles watched them disappear around the corner with a content expression.

Then he turned to Clarissa, his voice lower now.

"Let’s go," he said.

Clarissa nodded once, her smile thinning into a knowing look.

Together, the two of them stepped away from the entrance and walked deeper into the estate’s eastern garden path—toward a place reserved for the warriors, history, and truth waiting to be uncovered.

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