After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 43

"Rumor! Mrs. Maskelyne got on Captain Franklin's flight. They are lovey-dovey."

"Seemingly you guys can marry Captain Franklin if they get divorced."

"LOL. In Mrs. Maskelyne's corner 100%."

There were also some voices of conspiracy theorists, like "I think it's a publicity trick used by SouthStar Airlines to build a positive image again."

"Publicity trick? They did encounter turbulence. Captain Franklin managed to deal with it. Chief purser got injured. Mrs. Maskelyne pacified the passengers. Those were the facts. Could SouthStar Airlines anticipate such an accident? And did they dare to market themselves with the lives of more than one hundred passengers?"

"I agree with the upper. Obviously, it is instinctual in dangerous situations. And passengers and stewardesses didn't know she is Mrs. Maskelyne before. Captain Franklin is masterly, and Mrs. Maskelyne is strong-minded."

"They are fabulous! If Captain Franklin had been not so professional, what we are talking about would be an air disaster instead. And sis! It will be another disaster for SouthStar Airlines' reputation. So, you guys still think they just hype themselves with this? Unless they are out of mind."

...

A small country in the Eastern Evodroupoli far away.

In a lush three-floor villa.

At ease, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of the swimming pool in the courtyard. Basked in the sunshine, he leisurely wobbled the red wine in his glass.

He took a sip from time to time. Some domestics were doing the cleaning and sporadically came to him and asked about his needs.

At this moment.

There was a "bang" from the gate of the villa.

It startled the man, and the servants ran out, speaking about something in the local language.

"Go and see!" The man ordered.

A young lady was about to go to the gate.

A crowd of policemen in uniform rushed in with guns in their hands, pointing at the man.

He goggled in shock, wondering why he was still found even if he fled here.

Impossible.

However, the policeman at the front directly showed him a warrant for his arrest and said, "Buddy Burton. You have violated the laws of H Rovirsa. Hit and run. Be in arrears with the salaries for migrant workers. Embezzle the money for projects. And now, you are arrested. Whatever you say will become evidence in court."

"No. You got wrong. Not me!" howled the man.

He spent so much money hiding his tracks, bounced from country to country, and finally stayed in such a small place. How could the police of H Rovirsa still find him out?

"Take him away." The policeman put away the warrant and stepped forward, directly placing cold handcuffs on Buddy.

Buddy turned deathly pale. The glass in his hand dropped and smashed into pieces.

The leisure was no longer on his face.

…

After flying all night, the plane safely landed at the Larro international airport in the capital of H Rovirsa at 4 a.m.

As soon as Sylvia stepped off, she saw Logan's car.

And she directly got in the car without saying a word.

When Franklin chased out, he could only see the back of a Land Rover galloping away.

In the wee hours, there was a special coolness and the sky was pale.

The breezes were a bit chilly.