Chapter 6:
âEnough!â Liam yelled, glaring at Averie, his expression darkening.
Guests were gathering around them, and if this escalated, things would only get worse. Liam pulled Averie back into the banquet hall, trying to salvage their dignity. Meanwhile, Adelina observed Harlee walking away unbothered, her heart boiling with anger.
Grinding her teeth, Adelina made a call, quickly giving instructions before following Harlee at a distance.
Harlee walked toward a temporary helipad. There, under a silver waterproof tarp, was something parked. She reached up and pulled it off, revealing her custom-modified helicopter. The helicopter was not very big, but it stood out in a bold shade of crimson, decorated with intricate silver-white spider lilies painted across its body. It was flashy and truly a piece of art, featuring bulletproof elements.
The helicopter was fully outfitted.
Every part was top-notch and made from the highest quality custom components.
Harlee tossed her suitcase into the storage compartment, put on her helmet, and settled into the pilotâs seat. The helicopter started to lift off the ground.
As Harlee looked down, she caught sight of Adelina hiding in the shadows, watching her.
Adelina was stunned. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, struggling to accept what she was seeing.
Harlee owned a helicopter? And even more astonishing, Harlee knew how to fly it? This couldnât be happening! Adelinaâs mind spun. She refused to believe what she was witnessing. This helicopter had to be stolen. There was no way that lazy, good-for-nothing Harlee could have the skills or resources to own something like this!
Fueled by jealousy, Adelina yelled at her hired men to stop Harlee.
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At Adelinaâs command, her bodyguards hurled their electric batons at Harleeâs helicopter, trying to smash the windshield.
Harlee narrowed her eyes, her expression icy. Without a second thought, she angled the helicopter downward, flying just above the heads of Adelina and her men.
âAh!â Adelina screamed as the powerful gust from the helicopterâs rotor blades tangled her hair.
A large clump was ripped from her scalp, leaving a bald, bloody spot.
Ignoring Adelinaâs cries and the chaos below her, Harlee soared into the sky, steering her helicopter toward her company.
Harlee hadnât been in the air for long when she saw another helicopter in her way. It was much bigger than hers, and it was right in her flight path. Usually, the Aviation Administration would not allow two helicopters to overlap like this unless there was an emergency. Something serious must have happened for this helicopter to be here.
Harlee frowned slightly, switched off her engine, and began to descend slowly to the ground to make room.
To her surprise, the other helicopter landed as well.
A tall man, nearly six foot three, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, stepped out of the other helicopter.
His strikingly handsome face held a serious expression.
Walking over to Harlee, he addressed her politely, âMiss, our helicopter has a system failure, and I need to get my grandfather to Central Hospital right away.
Could I borrow your helicopter? We will pay you well for your help.â
Harlee looked over at his helicopter and noticed the medical team and equipment inside. She also saw the elderly man lying unconscious on a stretcher, barely able to breathe. Realizing the urgency of the situation, she shook her head.
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