Chapter 543

Chapter 543

Sylvia handed the document back to Mr. Smith, and she smiled with a

hint of ridicule in her eyes, "Mr. Smith, you are a big man who calls the

shots, what? You can't handle a little girl?"

"Miss Andrews, why do you have to make fun of me?" Mr. Smith looked

faintly sad, "My granddaughter lost her parents when she was young. I

spoiled her."

"She's very thoughtful, and it's good for young people to try more new

things," Sylvia said reassuringly, “Besides ... She wants to enter the air

force, I think her idea is good. It's just that she needs to pass the

examination if she wants to succeed.”

“That girl from the Gibson family, Mollie, has trained for over a year and

finally gotten into the air force. Not everyone can get in. She is a

delicate girl, you are her idol. She is looking up to you every day and

wants to be as excellent as you. I am really worried that my hair is

gray."

Mr. Smith heaved a heavy sigh, "My granddaughter wants to win

against Mollie in every aspect ... After she knew Mollie got into the Air

Force, she also wanted to go."

Sylvia raised an eyebrow, "A girl who can get an airplane license is

already amazing. She and Mollie are equally excellent, so... Mr. Smith,

you don't have to worry too much.”

"Miss Andrews ... You go to persuade granddaughter.” Mr. Smith had

no way out, “It's dangerous to fly a plane in the army... If one day there

is really a war, she has to go to war."

The more Mr. Smith thought about it, the sadder she was, "If you really

can't persuade her ... I want to beg you one thing."

Once again, these guests were shocked.

Many people who thought that Sylvia was the one who became famous

because of Franklin ... This moment they only felt their faces hot and

painful.

Mr. Smith didn't seem to fake a worried look.

"Go ahead.” Sylvia nodded her head.

“I want to beg you to come back into the Air Force!" Mr. Smith looked

as if he had made up his mind, "Only with your presence can I trust my

granddaughter to you without fear, can you fulfill my wish?"

Sylvia heard Mr. Smith's words and finally couldn't help but raise her

eyebrows.

“That's your real purpose, right? The Smith family has been in the army

for generations, and your son and daughter-in-law, all serve in the

army. There is no reason that when it comes to your granddaughter's

generation, you blocked her from entering the army. So ... you're just

trying to get me into the air force.”

Mr. Smith did not expect Sylvia to nail his lie, he laughed and shook his

head, "You are still as smart as before. I'm begging you, Miss Andrews,

if you can go back, no matter what conditions you offer, I promise you."

"Forget it. ... I have little interest. What's more, isn't our country's air

force now going to have an exchange study with Aettosa's? I believe

we will learn a lot."

Sylvia refused Mr. Smith outright.

While others in the room were thinking about one thing. Sylvia came

back to the Air Force?

What did this mean?

Did she used to be in the Air Force?

Why did they feel it so strange ...

How could they not understand Mr. Smith's words?

Sylvia didn't say much, but led off the conversation.

Mr. Smith saw that she refused and looked as if she did not want to

mention it again.

He could only suppress the regret in his heart.

Franklin, who had been at Sylvia's side, had a slight surprise in his

eyes.

He heard that a few years ago, the air force of H Rovirsa had a legend.

For some reason, his eyes fell on Sylvia.

But, that legend was said to be a young man...

He couldn't relate that legend to Sylvia in front of him.

Definitely not her ... Definitely not her ...

How could it be her?

That legend obviously a young man... The legend was heard to have

perished in a flying accident, and since then, the air force had been

silent for a long time.

Franklin pressed his brow, so ... how could it be Sylvia?

And others couldn't help but think of that legend back then.

So, one of the bigwigs couldn't help but say to Mr. Smith, "Mr. Smith,

didn't you have a powerful general under your hand back then, a

brilliant young man... Did he really perish?"

Mr. Smith's face grew sullen.

The atmosphere on the scene also became tense at once.

A cold chill emanated from Mr. Smith's body that made the people

present shudder.

Everyone was suddenly silent.

For a while, no one dared to say another word.

There were even people who secretly complained about the person

who just asked the question.

What was the point of mentioning that legend?

Just when everyone thought Mr. Smith would be angry, they heard

Sylvia's voice ring out, "Yeah ... Mr. Smith, I want to know it too!"

Mr. Smith glared at her jokingly, converging the cold aura around him

just now, as if he had become an approachable elder again, "You are

really naughty.”

The crowd was lost for words.

For a while, almost everyone stared at Sylvia with a look of envy and

jealousy .

Why was she so close to Mr. Smith?

It was hard not to be jealous.

"That child back then didn't die or supposedly perish. He's just not with

me anymore. I also hope that in the future there will be less strange

rumors about that child. He is alive and well! Don't always spread

rumors that I don't like to hear.”

Mr. Smith's words were obviously said to the person who had just

asked the question.

There was still obvious displeasure in his tone.

The man looked terrified, “Yes, yes, Mr. Smith, you're right.”

Others, however, suddenly realized that the legendary young man did

not die?

How come he was not with Mr. Smith if he was not dead?

Such an amazingly talented young man... Mr. Smith actually let him

leave?

"Miss Andrews..." Mr. Smith let out a long sigh, he seemed to want to

say something, but in the end said nothing.

He stood up, "I'm a little tired, excuse me."

The old man seemed to have aged a lot in a moment, hunched over

Sylvia.

Sylvia couldn't help but grimace, what she couldn't stand was this old

man pretended to be pathetic and pitiful in her presence.

It was clear he was a big shot in power in H Rovirsa.

Why was he pretending all day long?

But she couldn't bear it, and just as her mouth twitched, Mr. Smith

turned to look at her, his eyes still red, "You heartless, you really don't

feel sorry for me?"

"Don't you try to deceive me and take advantage of my sympathy."

Sylvia gave him a lazy glance, "Hurry up, don't be an eyesore here, go

back where you are.”

Mr. Smith was now more depressed, so angry that he stood upright,

turned around and left energetically...

The crowd was speechless.

“Have you ever seen a big shot playing the victim in front of Sylvia?"

They kind of saw it!