Chapter 881

Franklin sat expressionless in the captain's seat, his eyes slightly narrowed and his thin lips tightly pursed under his prominent nose.

"Meeting," he said.

Before every flight, there was a meeting. It was essential.

His voice was cold and restrained, but it was very pleasing to the ear.

Darcie's head spun as she heard Franklin's voice again and saw such a handsome man. Her whole body trembled with excitement, almost fainting from happiness. Franklin used to be SouthStar Airlines' poster boy - everyone wanted to fly on the same flight as him because he looked good and had exceptional skills.

But after it came out that he had bipolar disorder, he never flew again. For a long time afterward, these single stewardesses were all depressed for quite some time.

But unexpectedly one day, he returned to flying again. Darcie suddenly felt like waiting so long and persevering for so long had been worth it.

On a Boeing passenger plane, Darcie stood at the cabin door greeting each boarding passenger. "Good morning! Welcome aboard SouthStar Airlines."

The beautiful stewardesses in their uniforms bustled back and forth down the aisle while passengers trickled into the cabin one by one with guidance from each stewardess until they found their own seats for this new journey ahead of them.

Darcie felt particularly good today; her greeting sounded especially pleasant and enthusiastic. "Sir! Your seat is here."

"Ma'am! Let me help you carry your bag."

Until she saw a beautiful figure appear before her eyes - then her smile froze on her face instantly!

It was someone wearing a beige windbreaker who even wore large sunglasses covering half of their face - Sylvia!

What is she doing here?

This shameless woman actually followed Mr. Maskelyne onto this flight?

Just thinking about this possibility made Darcie want nothing more than to throw Sylvia out of here before she could step inside the cabin!

Sylvia only carried an old-style handbag; she didn't even bring any luggage with her at all!

Darcie couldn't help but imagine if Sylvia's luggage ended up being stored in Franklin's suitcase...

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had greeted Sylvia, her attitude as if she

this way please. Your seat is in business

no see. I didn't expect to be working with you on

Maskelyne," Elsa replied, surprised that she

both Franklin and Sylvia, flying again was not

are sweet," Sylvia joked as she checked the weather forecast before boarding the plane - eight hours of sunny weather for

only nine o'clock in the morning now; eight hours

would go smoothly

and after sitting down, she

Franklin's magnetic voice from the cockpit.

introduction seemed like it had been a

smile in her eyes as she looked towards the cockpit direction

to Sylvia's

rest now, Darcie poured herself a glass of coke and drank

frowned slightly at her. "Darcie, can you deliver a glass of juice to

deliberately ordered Darcie so that Darcie could understand that

"I don't want to see her or have any contact with

join us," Elsa said sternly while looking at Darcie's face seriously. "Lunchtime is coming soon; Miss Andrews' lunch will also be your

Elsa turned

turned pale from anger but reluctantly followed

inside cockpit saying, "Can you prepare me some lunch too?" He then sat next to Sylvia on an empty seat

have lunch with his wife during

no choice but to

in an intimate manner that made Darcie want to throw the lunch out of her

She could only place the

responded coldly, "Thank you," without any interaction or

were completely different people

another crazy blow as she couldn't help but sarcastically say, "Mr. Maskelyne,

makes me feel dizzy from

lifted his eyelids slightly without looking at Darcie and said coldly yet seriously.

red with anger as she said. "Enjoy your meal," before turning

Franklin's handsome face that lingered there for some time

took a

replied Franklin as he bit into some succulent shrimp while gazing at Sylvia's beautiful face

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