Chapter 212

“Show my love for him? He's the most important person to me? How

could he be so narcissistic?" Sylvia thought.

Sylvia had only known that he was crazy, petulant, condescending, and

dictatorial, and he turned out to be a narcissist too! Even narcissus

would be outdone by him.

Sylvia drew a deep breath, repressing her anger. "Franklin, stop being

crazy. Gage is just a kid. Don't you feel ashamed of yourself when you

pick on a kid?"

Franklin looked down at the woman's lovely face, with a mischievous

smile. “I only differ males from females."

Gage's eye-rims turned red with anger. Stomping, he said in an angry

voice, “You are a bully!"

"Franklin," said Sylvia, who could do nothing with the man. Then she

signed and said to Gage, "We gotta go now. See you this weekend."

"OK. I will wait." Gage felt cheered up as soon as he knew Sylvia would

perform her promise.

He wistfully saw her off.

Mr. Carrillo and the rest found it funny to see Gage dependent on

Sylvia so much.

The chef of Royal Galaxy Restaurant had great cooking skills and

looked charming. But it was a pity that he only had the IQ of a four-

year-old boy! Franklin might be the only one there who didn't pity him.

At the same time, Franklin was wondering why Gage had the balls to

ask Sylvia out to an amusement park! He had never even asked her

out. How cheeky Gage was!

Franklin was really upset and couldn't bear it. “A meeting on weekend,

huh? Let's wait and see what will happen!"

He reached out his hand to grab Sylvia's.

Sylvia threw his hand off. “Lunatic.”

Mr. Carrillo and others felt chills down their spines.

They had heard that Mr. Maskelyne had a wife. Why was he flirting with

Miss Andrews? The way he looked at her obviously implied that he

wanted to get her.

Mr. Carrillo frowned at Franklin for hooking up with Sylvia. He was

married, so it was too much for him to hit on such a good lady as

Sylvia.

Mr. Carrillo secretly thought that he had to ask someone close to

Franklin to talk him out of it.

He couldn't just stand by and watch Sylvia, a genius in his eyes, being

taken as a mistress.

Five o'clock in the morning, the first glimmer of dawn appeared.

Franklin got up from the bed. There was no light in the bedroom, with

the curtain blocking all the light outside the French windows.

The room remained dark without any light.

He bent over, getting very close to Sylvia's face. When they left the

restaurant, he brought her to the Townyer Villa.

She was exhausted.

After staring at her for a few seconds, he got his eyes off her and went

to the bathroom.

He was very quiet with his moves and walked out of the bathroom after

a quick washing up.

He walked out of the villa with his suitcase.

It was his turn to fly the plane today.

Jasper saw Franklin coming to him with a suitcase and soon ran to

open the car door and took over the luggage.

Franklin found that another man was sitting in the car.

"Wow, boss." Brayden's eyes rested on Franklin's neck, as he put on a

flirtatious smile.

That hickey on Franklin's neck was so deep!

Franklin gave him a sharp look, which scared the smile off Brayden's

face, and made him look serious.

"There must have been too many mosquitoes last night, right? So that's

a big bite?" he said in a serious tone while tittering.

Franklin ignored him. He couldn't help but touch the place that had

been bit by Sylvia the night before.

He put down his finger and glimpsed at Brayden. "What are you doing

here?"

Brayden approached him, with his eyes sneakily turned to his hickey

from time to time. "You don't remember, boss? I'm going to Lleilaga for

business."

Franklin said no more. He was leaving for Lleilaga, and Brayden took

his flight.

Meanwhile, at the bustling airport, Darcie tilted her head with one hand

holding her phone and the other dragging her suitcase. "Tiffany, hurry

up! The plane is taking off."

"Darcie, there's a traffic jam here. I'm feeling anxious too," said Tiffany

on the other side of the phone, urging the driver, "Drive faster!"

Darcie's tone remained soft to dissemble her impatience, "That's all

right. We still have time. You will make it."

She got off the car with her suitcase, only to find Franklin and Brayden,

who were also getting out of their car nearby.

Darcie's eyes lit up with surprise and admiration.

Quickly, she said to the phone, “I gotta go now. Hurry up.”

Before Tiffany got to react, she ended the call and walked toward

Franklin. "Good morning, Captain Franklin.”

The stone-faced Franklin nodded slightly with a cold look in his eyes,

without looking at Darcie.

Brayden couldn't help but chuckle. "Hi, my name is Brayden Wright."

In contrast to Franklin's gloomy handsome face, Brayden looked sunny,

cute, and agreeable.

Darcie felt a little bit relieved and she replied politely, "Mr. Wright, I have

heard so much of you."

Average rich boys or girls had no access to the coterie of Brayden and

Franklin's friends.

The Hart family was rich, but Darcie had only met this mayor's son at a

distance on some occasions. So it was the first time she had ever been

so close to him.

She was a little excited.

"I have a preflight meeting. You go to the departure lounge." After

shooting an impassive look at Brayden, Franklin left for the elevator

only available to the crew.

Darcie followed behind him. The man looked imposing in the captain's

uniform. Even seen from behind his back, he could make her heart

pound.

Darcie acted like she was going to work together with Franklin, and

entered the meeting room with him.

Elsa Woods and Cooper Holland were already there.

They were both surprised to see them coming in together.

Darcie pretended to look shy and smiled at Elsa. "Good morning."

Elsa, who was drinking coffee, froze for a second, before saying,

"Morning."

What happened? Why did Darcie go to work together with Captain

Franklin? Was there something fishy that she didn't know?

Before Elsa thought further, Franklin said in an emotionless voice,

"Contact the control tower."

The preflight preparation was going on in order.

Tiffany got off the car out of breath and dashed toward the departure

lounge.

Darcie was such a good friend to have told her about Franklin's flight.

Without any hesitation, she went right down to the airport.

Luckily, she made it.

When she was on board, she found a sunny handsome guy sitting next

to her.

She had a close look and realized that he was the mayor's son,

Brayden Wright.

She had heard that Brayden and Franklin were good friends and good

buddies.

"Hi, Mr. Wright. Fancy seeing you here."

As the woman sat down, Brayden's nose was attacked by a pungent

smell of perfume.

He stopped short of vomiting when a nauseous sweet voice sounded in

his ears, which ached.

He looked up to see Tiffany with heavy makeup on her face.

How unlucky he was to have to sit next to that woman!

But Brayden tried to be polite and opened his mouth, concealing his

disgust, and saying, "Me too!"

Where was damn Jasper? That jerk booked the ticket but sat in the

back row. And Jasper was sitting next to a man, while he was so

unlucky to sit with this hoity-toity woman.

Tiffany looked around, with her fake eyelashes fluttering, "Mr. Wright,

Franklin is the captain of this flight, isn't he?"

"Yes." Brayden nodded.

"He was mad at me the other day. I wonder if he's cool now. Mr. Wright,

could you do me a favor?" Tiffany clasped her hands tightly, looking

nervous and shy.

Brayden figured out what she was suggesting right away and

interrupted her, “I'm afraid I can't. I'm tired, Miss Evans. I'm gonna take

anap."

With that, he put on his eyeshade and pretended to sleep.

Tiffany's face reddened with anger.

She hadn't finished speaking yet! Brayden just rejected her before she

said what she wanted!

Damn it!

If it was Sylvia who asked him for a favor, would he turn her down

immediately? Tiffany just couldn't help but compare herself with Sylvia

in terms of everything.

The more she compared, the more she got upset, and then the more

she hated Sylvia.

The plane was flying steadily in the sky.

The sun was shining brightly through the clouds.

It was half past six in the morning when it took off, and now it was eight

o'clock in the morning.

The flight attendants started to give out breakfast.

When they came to Tiffany, Darcie winked at her.

Tiffany instantly got the hint, and clutched her stomach, frowning in

pain. “I don't know why but my belly aches so much. Do you have any

medical kit here?"

Darcie had promised Tiffany to create an opportunity for her and

Franklin to stay alone.

Darcie soon held her by the shoulder worriedly and said, "Please give

me a second. I'm getting it for you. I have to tell our captain about it. If

it's a life-threatening stomachache, we wouldn't be able to bear the

responsibility.”

She made her words sound reasonable. Then she turned around and

left.

Darcie knocked on the cockpit door and walked in, whispering,

"Captain Franklin, a passenger had a stomachache and she looks sick.

Please go to see her."

“I'm not a doctor.” Franklin was sitting in the co-pilot seat while Cooper

was flying the plane. His face was emotionless, like an ascetic. "We

have medical kits on the plane. Just get one for her."

Darcie bit her bottom lip and said, "Captain Franklin, I'm afraid

something is wrong with her. After all, it's a matter of life."