From Idler to Tech Tycoon: Earth

The private jet stood gleaming under the airport lights, a symbol of Bytebull’s success and Richard’s newfound status. As Richard and Feliciano approached, the ground crew greeted them with deference.

"Mr. Santamo," one of the crew members said, nodding respectfully.

Feliciano, now referred to by Richard as "Ciano," maintained a discreet but watchful presence a few steps behind. They boarded the luxurious aircraft, the engines humming to life as the jet began to taxi onto the runway.

Richard settled into a plush seat, the leather creaking softly under his weight. As the plane awaited clearance for takeoff, he turned his thoughts to family.

"How’s mother, Ciano?" Richard asked, a touch of concern in his voice. "Now that the mansion is lonely again, I hope the house isn’t too bored."

Feliciano glanced at Richard, his expression softening slightly. "Madam Anita is upbeat than most, sir. Though she still asks me about you. Since most of Don Estello’s employees have occupied the estate, there was never a day that’s boring. Anyone can walk in and out freely inside the mansion."

Richard smiled faintly. "That’s good. Does mother still watch those Chinese dramas translated into text-to-speech English?"

Feliciano nodded. "Yes, she does. In fact, most of the time that’s what she’s doing."

Richard decided it was time for his "System" activities. He stood, his expression turning serious.

"Ciano, don’t disturb me for a moment. I’ll just take a little break. Do remind me when we’re in Manila already."

Feliciano gave a subtle nod of understanding. Richard walked towards a private compartment within the jet and locked the door behind him.