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Chapter 857
Chapter 857
Chapter 857
The sky grew increasingly overcast as a helicopter rose swiftly into the air, like a bird skimming over
dark waters and charging towards the night.
Inside the helicopter, Sylvia sat in front of a laptop, typing away on the keyboard with intense focus
while Franklin studied some documents on his lap. Suddenly, a soft patter of raindrops could be heard
outside.
It was almost like an accompaniment to a small waltz.
Sylvia furrowed her brows slightly and looked out the window. She saw that it had started to drizzle at
some point during their flight. The tiny droplets fell from above like thin threads and splattered against
the glass windows of their aircraft.
The co-pilot was monitoring weather conditions from his seat beside them. After awhile he came over
to report, "Boss, it's just light rain right now. No thunderstorms expected because light rain usually falls
when there's no wind which means fog may form along with it; if mixed with smoke or haze, visibility
will further decrease. So... should we continue flying or make an emergency landing?"
Sylvia glanced at Franklin, before asking him softly, "What do you think?"
He put away his documents and tapped his knee gently for a while before speaking in his magnetic
voice, "Tell our pilot I'll take over." Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.
Sylvia was taken aback, "I asked you to accompany me here, not to fly this thing!"
Both pilots were members of an underground group known for their exceptional flying skills but
compared to Franklin, there would still be some difference in ability.
Franklin stood up tall - he had long legs and well-proportioned body - though he wasn't wearing any
captain uniform, he still looked handsome as ever.
Without warning, he leaned down close to her ear without saying anything, but kept staring at Sylvia's
pretty face until she couldn't stand it anymore, then suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly, "You're coming
with me."
Her heart skipped a beat as she was pulled up by him onto the co-pilot seat beside him while Franklin
took control of the aircraft from behind its controls. His hands gripped firmly onto them while flashing
her an easy smile that made him look even more perfect under those lights inside their cabin.
His eyes were focused intently ahead; thick lashes casting faint shadows beneath them, while perfectly
sculpted jawline exuded charm all around him.
Sylvia tilted her head slightly, looking at his serious expression. A thought couldn't help but surface in
her mind: no wonder people often say that serious men are the most charming.
In the misty rain, fine raindrops fell like silver threads.
The dark sky seemed to be about to collapse.
Franklin skillfully piloted the plane, driving it steadily forward.
The pilot and co-pilot looked at each other. They could tell just by looking that Mr. Maskelyne's skills
were much better than theirs.
As Sylvia watched, she began to feel drowsy. Gradually, her head drooped and she fell asleep in the
co-pilot's seat.
Franklin caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but smile a little, gesturing to
Jasper.
Jasper quickly found a small blanket and covered Sylvia with it.
As day broke, a helicopter slowly landed on the rooftop of a luxurious building.
The imposing building was as majestic as steel bars and copper plates combined together into one
structure
They had already arrived at the red-light district; this particular building was just one of many
inconspicuous ones there
On top of the building, an atmosphere of solemnity pervaded everything around them as they
disembarked from their aircraft
Two rows of black-clad men stood neatly on either side with their heads bowed low and their right
hands across their chests, welcoming those who had arrived on board in utmost respectfulness
In this lonely morning light scene where everyone was silent except for some occasional whispers here
or there, the door to helicopter opened up slowly
A slender figure stepped out from inside, dressed entirely in mysterious black attire yet exuding an air
that was both coldly aloof yet powerful all at once.
She resembled a snow-capped mountain peak, pure white without any dust or impurities
That kind of temperament made people dare not harbor any indecent thoughts, because it left them
feeling suffocated instead.
Slowly but surely, an incredibly beautiful face appeared before everyone's eyes
"Boss!" Respectful voices rang out towards heaven itself
Sylvia's stunning face remained completely expressionless while facing these excited subordinates -as
if such things were nothing more than natural occurrences for her
Suddenly though, everyone saw a tall man walk out from inside carrying over his arm what appeared to
be beige windbreaker jacket which he then gently draped over Sylvia's shoulders while speaking softly,
"It's chilly this morning so put this on"
Following closely behind him came into view another super handsome face.
Everyone present was shocked beyond words...
One after another they stared incredulously at Franklin who had lovingly draped that windbreaker
jacket over Sylvia's shoulders.
The group of men in black clothes were all a little dizzy. Their boss Sylvia hadn't been back to the red-
light district for two years, and what made her go there again? The tough guys looked at each other but
no one dared to speak up.
Finally, a man named Billy stepped forward. "Boss, welcome back. This way please." Sylvia nodded
and walked slowly forward with Franklin holding her hand. After taking a few steps, she turned around
and extended her slender white hand towards the man behind her. Franklin smiled and reached out his
dry warm palm to hold her hand.
As Sylvia walked forward while holding Franklin's hand, she casually introduced him to Billy. "This is my
ex-husband Franklin; this is Jasper." The news hit like a ton of bricks.
Their hearts almost stopped beating simultaneously when they heard that he was Sylvia's ex-husband.
They were shocked beyond belief by yet another heavy blow.
Their boss had already gotten married? And then divorced? And now still entangled with an ex-
husband?
What kind of twisted love story was this?
At the thought that he was an ex-husband, Billy and his men looked at Franklin with probing eyes
mixed with disapproval.
It was his fortune to marry their perfect boss. How dare he divorce their boss?
Hmph! We'll see about that!
Seeds of discontent were immediately planted and began sprouting roots.
Franklin immediately sensed the hostility from these men in black clothes but didn't show any negative
emotions; instead he continued walking forward calmly.
The group went down from the rooftop together until they arrived at the elevator entrance. Although it
appeared on the surface as if it were an export company called Sunnay, it was actually Sylvia's power
base in red-light district - except... this time when she came here, she wanted to come quietly without
anyone knowing about it - hence why Adriel had given them an invitation letter upon request.
If they used Sunnay's name for obtaining an invitation letter, then naturally they could get one too;
however, Sylvia didn't want that option because...
On level 66 of Sunnay building there is a suite exclusively reserved for Sylvia which includes four
bedrooms plus two living rooms along with kitchen, dining room, bathroom facilities plus one study
room too!
Although she doesn't come here often enough, but everything has been cleaned up nicely, so there are
no issues staying here whatsoever!
She stayed in the master bedroom along with Franklin while Jasper stayed in another bedroom nearby.
He lay there with his hands under his head, eyes closed and chest rising and falling rhythmically with
each breath.
His short black hair fell across his forehead in perfect angles that accentuated his sharp features - a
handsome face that exuded confidence and strength even in sleep.
But now, he looked peaceful - almost childlike - with a hint of playfulness around his lips.
Sylvia couldn't help but chuckle at how different he looked from his usual serious self. She shook her
head in amusement before lying down next to him.
But before she could settle comfortably into bed, Franklin's arm snaked around her waist pulling her
close against him.
Sylvia was taken aback by this unexpected gesture but didn't resist it either; instead, she allowed
herself to be drawn into sleep by Franklin's embrace.
The red-light district was an area unto itself located near the coast where people lived their lives
steeped in darkness and danger; it was home to some of the most feared individuals you could ever
come across anywhere else in this world. Draмanоvеls.com
Tall buildings dotted its landscape giving it an appearance of modernity yet only those who had power
or influence could enter its boundaries without fear for their lives.
Today marked twenty-two years since its establishment as a district; everyone within its walls
celebrated this milestone with great enthusiasm, making it impossible not to feel caught up in all that
excitement if you were there too!
The current mayor stood atop one such tall building overlooking everything below like an emperor
surveying over their kingdom while wearing a black mask which made him look more like someone out
of dark mythology than real life!
He radiated menace through every pore making anyone who saw him shiver involuntarily!
Everyone gathered together, and on the surface, everything seemed perfect. The hotel was incredibly
luxurious and had a spacious lawn with a stunning stage in the center that dazzled with its lighting and
set design.
Everyone was dressed to impress and sat up straight in their seats. Some even glanced at their
watches from time to time. Suddenly someone exclaimed, "The district chief is here!"
At this news, the previously stiff audience members straightened up even more out of fear that they
might have made some mistake or faux pas.