"Rumor! Mrs. Maskelyne got on Captain Franklin's flight. They are lovey-dovey."

"Seemingly you guys can marry Captain Franklin if they get divorced.” "LOL. In Mrs. Maskelyne's corner 100%."

There were also some voices of conspiracy theorists, like "I think it's a publicity trick used by SouthStar Airlines to build a positive image again."

"Publicity trick? They did encounter turbulence. Captain Franklin managed to deal with it. Chief purser got injured. Mrs. Maskelyne pacified the passengers. Those were the facts. Could SouthStar Airlines anticipate such an accident? And did they dare to market themselves with the lives of more than one hundred passengers?"

"I agree with the upper. Obviously, it is instinctual in dangerous situations. And passengers and stewardesses didn't know she is Mrs. Maskelyne before. Captain Franklin is masterly, and Mrs. Maskelyne is strong-minded."

"They are fabulous! If Captain Franklin had been not so professional, what we are talking about would be an air disaster instead. And sis! It will be another disaster for SouthStar Airlines’ reputation. So, you guys still think they just hype themselves with this? Unless they are out of mind."

A small country in the Eastern Evodroupoli far away.

In a lush three-floor villa.

At ease, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of the swimming pool in the courtyard. Basked in the sunshine, he leisurely wobbled the red wine in his glass.

He took a sip from time to time. Some domestics were doing the cleaning and sporadically came to him and asked about his needs.

At this moment.

There was a "bang" from the gate of the villa.

It startled the man, and the servants ran out, speaking about something in the local language.

"Go and see!" The man ordered.

A young lady was about to go to the gate.

crowd of policemen in uniform rushed in with guns in their hands, pointing

he was still found even if he

Impossible.

his arrest and said, "Buddy Burton. You have violated the laws of H Rovirsa. Hit and run. Be in arrears with the salaries for migrant workers. Embezzle the money for projects. And now, you

You got wrong. Not

tracks, bounced from country to country, and finally stayed in such a small place. How could the police of H Rovirsa still find

away the warrant and stepped forward, directly

glass in his hand

was no longer on

landed at the Larro international airport in the capital of H

as Sylvia stepped off, she saw

the car without saying a

chased out, he could only see the back of a Land Rover

was a special coolness and

came to Franklin as she

the man, who was tall and

he said

hyping.” Darcie didn't dissimulate the smugness in her eyes, "Unexpectedly, she actually

his gaze to

take a look at her. When she was still pondering whether she

feel a

him still delighted her. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

lifted her phone and showed Franklin, "Bombshells on Twitter. For Mrs. Maskelyne's video and another

furrowed. He stared at the hashtags on Twitter and wondered why they

observing

excited to the extreme. Sylvia, Franklin's wrath was

is quite good at hyping herself. It is astonishing. You should teach her a lesson

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