"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.

policemen in uniform rushed in with guns in their hands,

goggled in shock, wondering why he was still found even if

Impossible.

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,

Not me!"

stayed in such a

away the warrant and stepped forward, directly placing cold handcuffs on

deathly pale. The glass in his hand dropped and smashed

leisure was no longer

the Larro international airport

Sylvia stepped

in the

only see the back of a Land Rover galloping

special coolness and the sky was pale. The

Franklin as she read

said to the man, who was tall and straight, angrily, "Look at this,

said indifferently,

the smugness in her eyes,

Franklin finally dropped his gaze to Darcie, which

at her. When she was

made Darcie feel a bit furious that

with him still delighted her. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

phone and showed Franklin, "Bombshells on Twitter. For Mrs. Maskelyne's

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

was observing

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

at hyping herself. It is astonishing. You should teach her a lesson as she

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