Chapter 15

Tyler led Kendall onto a private jet bound for Almonia. As they boarded, Kendall was awash with a gamut of feelings. Once inside, he looked around at the lavish upholstery, which made him feel restless. He'd been born with a silver spoon. In Nord City, the Johnson family's word was law, and no one dared go against them. However, that sense of superiority and privilege seemed to mean nothing to Tyler. How was Isabel doing? What was her life like now? Kendall had always been proud. This was the first time he had ever doubted himself. … The private jet finally landed at a private airport in Branada's bay area after a long flight. A well-dressed butler greeted them with a respectful salute, and the chauffeur drove a globally limited-edition Rolls-Royce. Tyler and Kendall were driven through a sprawling estate to arrive at the garden where Isabel was. There were tulips planted everywhere—they were her favorite. A soft breeze stirred, carrying the sweet scent to them. Isabel sat on a