"What''s going on with this ne? Why hasn''t it taken off yet?"
"It''s just a light rain outside, why the dy?"
“Rain usually doesn''t affect nes taking off as long as there''s no lightning. What are you guys doing?"
Darcie started exining and calming down the passengers.
"Usually, rainfall doesn''t affect takeoff andnding of nes. It''s often clouds and wind in the sky that affects them. Even though
light rain has small amounts of water, it can create air currents and fog which can impact controlling the ne. Unstable air
currents can also be dangerous for everyone.”Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.
"If we encounter thunderclouds, it will be even more severe since they contain high levels of electric charges that can affect our
flight safety."
“And right now, due to low visibility, flights are slowing down which is causing longer wait times for us to take off. There are still
many flights ahead of us waiting to depart."
Darcie spoke logically and clearly.
It was aplete change from her usual impatient attitude towards passengers.
It seemed like she had improved her behavior because Franklin was on board.
Elsa was stunned by Darcie''s performance.
Normally Darcie would throw tantrums like a spoiled brat or pass difficult customers onto someone else without hesitation.
She received the mostints out of everyone on staff.
Sylvia didn’t react much; she kept reading her magazine while Jasper sat next to her asionally looking out the window at the
gloomy weather outside.
He frowned at how long it had been raining. "This rain has been going on for so long."
Sylvia flipped another page in her magazine before saying nonchntly. "Llega mainly gets its airflow from Antic Northwest
warm ocean currents releasing lots of moisture into the air which then forms into rain when meeting cold air. That''s why Llega
loves raining so much."
The misty rain gave Llega an aura reminiscent of Sherlock Holmes’ era; many streets were not visible from end-to-end but
curved giving one a sense of winding paths leading through hidden ces.
But for anxious passengers waiting to take off at this moment, they didn''t have time or patience to appreciate this annoying
drizzle.
A middle-aged man shouted rudely, "When are we taking off? | have millions of dors in business to discuss. Can you afford to
compensate me if you dy my business?"
Sylvia gave him a cold nce.
The middle-aged man wore a leopard-print shirt and arge gold chain around his neck. His exposed wrist had dark tattoos.
He looked like someone from the underworld, not easy to deal with at all. He was just missing a cigarette in his mouth while he
yelled.
Elsa walked over with a smile on her face, "Sir, sorry but we don''t know when we''ll take off yet. Please be patient and understand
that everything is for your safety."
"Bullshit!" The middle-aged man cursed directly and loudly, "Who do you think you are? Just an airlinepany! Watch out for
me buying yourpany!"
Elsa''s face turned pale instantly but she still maintained her professional demeanor as she patiently exined, "Sir, SouthStar
Airlines has always put customers first..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the middle-aged man stood up abruptly with quick and rough movements.
As he stood up, he knocked over the coffee on the small table in front of him which sshed onto Elsa''s face and arms along
with other passengers nearby.
The situation quickly became chaotic as several passengers were affected by the hot coffee stains on their clothes or skin.
"What''s wrong with you? You got coffee all over my clothes!"
"Why did you do that? You burned my ear!"
“My pants are ruined!"
“My face too! Disgusting!"
Several passengers near this middle-aged man began standing up and shouting angrily which made things worse inside the
cabin.
Elsa was confused while Darcie and other flight attendants tried to calm down upset passengers who were either arguing among
themselves or ming Elsa''s team for what happened.
But these passengers were already at their breaking point emotionally; they were irritated before this incident even urred so
now it was even worse.
“Let us off this ne! Why keep us trapped here?"
"| want to get off now!"
“Compensation! You ruined our clothespletely; can''t you see how much money we spent on them? And didn''t you say earlier
that your business is worth millions?"
"You''re rich enough so pay us back."
Just as chaos was breaking loose, Darcie stumbled her way to the front of the cockpit. "Mr. Maskelyne, something''s going on in
business ss!"
Elsa couldn''t take it anymore and angrily confronted the disruptive passengers. "Niamh, clean up this mess! Can''t you all just
stop yelling? Can we have some peace and quiet for a moment?"
She had reached her limit.
Suddenly there was a loud bang! The noisy crowd turned to see where the sound came from.
In front of the middle-aged man with arge gold chain, a pretty and eye-catching woman broke off a small table with her bare
hands.
"Keep making noises if you want to be like this little table," Sylvia said with a slight smile that was both beautiful and captivating.
She waved around the broken piece of wood in her hand which glimmered brightly under the light.
Everyone stared at her in shock and disbelief; they never would have thought that such an elegant woman could break
something so easily with just her bare hands!
This... this is too terrifying!
Sylvia threw down the broken piece of wood in front of the middle-aged man. "Compensate all passengers who got their clothes
dirty because of you and apologize to our flight attendant."
The middle-aged man''s face turned pale as he almost wet his pants from fear. "Okay... okay, I''llpensate right away." He
quickly took out bills from his briefcase one by one for equivalentpensation.
Afterwards he looked at Elsa''s arm which had been burned by coffee as well as at other flight attendants’ uniforms that had
gotten dirty due to him. "I''m sorry; it wasn''t intentional on my part... it was my fault." He grabbed some bills trying to give them
directly into Elsa''s hand but she stepped back two steps. "I ept your apology but | won''t take your money."
The middle-aged man looked embarrassedly towards Sylvia waiting for instructions or guidance but she ignored himpletely
while giving cold nces towards other passengers. "And what about you guys? The flight dy is for everyone''s safety not
because we want it dyed intentionally without reason wasting everyone''s time... so please don''t cause any more trouble."
Those passengers immediately became silent. They dared not make trouble in the face of such a strong woman.
However after things calmed down for awhile longer, a young man pointed at that small table, saying, "Who willpensate us
for this small table?"
The middle-aged man quickly replied. "I''llpensate... how can | let Miss Heroine pay? It''s because of me..."
Sylvia raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that said "you know better.”
Just then, a tall man in pilot uniform emerged from the cockpit. His voice was cold and firm as he addressed the passengers,
“Hello everyone. I''m Captain Franklin of this flight. We will contact air traffic control as soon as possible to arrange for takeoff.
The dy is our responsibility, but no one can control the weather''s changes."
He paused before continuing, "All passengers who caused trouble earlier will be put on SouthStar Airlines’ cklist. We won''t
tolerate any misbehavior."
As soon as he spoke those words, everyone was shocked once again.
"He''s the CEO of SouthStar Airlines..."
"He said he''ll cklist us..."
The middle-aged man''s face turned even sullener than before. "Mr. Maskelyne... it''s all my fault for causing trouble first.
Everyone else followed because of me..."
Franklin''s icy gaze fell on him, "Sorry, it''s toote now."
He strode over to Sylvia with his long and powerful legs and gently took her soft hand in his big palm.
Looking at the red marks on her hand with heartache in his eyes, he asked softly," Does it hurt?"
Suddenly feeling that just cklisting these troublesome passengers was letting them off too easily.
They had caused her hand to be so red!
Sylvia shook her head," It doesn''t hurt much; it''s just a small table board anyway.”
Everyone looked at Franklin doting on Sylvia like this again and were surprised once more.
Even those who didn''t know Sylvia began to specte about her identity now.
Suddenly someone shouted out," She''s Sylvia!"
Older people might not have heard of her name before but young people knew exactly who she was!
Excitement began to build among
them all especially since BOOST
these passengeree FPROVirsa
Aiea themselves — they had
witnessed firsthand how famous
Sylvia really was! Please read the
original content at NovelDrama.Org.
The middle-aged man didn''t even know who she was; usually he paid no attention whatsoever towards inte celebrities or
famous people like that...
His heart trembled even more - what kind of person did he provoke?
He asked quietly next to him," Is this woman very famous?"
"Of course!" The young passenger
immediately started educating him,
"Do you know ''Top Idol''s Tra
Picking u 2,She wise ke script And
bose about rey Awards?
She performed there! And do you
also happen to be familiar with
International Piano Competition?
Well guess what - she served as one
of its judges!" Please read the original
content at NovelDrama.Org.
"Oh, and most importantly, she''s the bossdy of SouthStar Airlines, Mrs. Maskelyne to be exact."
"| heard she''s also good friends with the CEO of Longevity Pharmaceuticals."
The middle-aged man felt his vision darken and wished he could explode on the spot.
He had a mournful expression on his
face and was almost eee
Andrews, | a sory ME: skelyne,
kn) Sort ... | promise to turn over a
new leaf and never cause trouble
again." Please read the original
content at NovelDrama.Org.
He couldn''t afford to mess with them!
His million-dor contract probably looked like peanuts in their eyes!