After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel 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."

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.

With just one day left until the anniversary celebration of the red-light district, Sylvia spent the entire night on a plane and was feeling exhausted. As soon as she arrived at her hotel room, she headed straight to the bathroom to take a hot shower and get some rest. However, when she emerged from the bathroom, she found Franklin fast asleep on her bed.

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.

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!

The anniversary celebrations were being held inside one of red-light district's largest hotels where several other events would also take place simultaneously including performances at various venues such as opera houses or sports stadiums scattered throughout town!

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.

The audience below the stage was filled with all sorts of important local figures, each one a big shot in their own right. They had been waiting for quite some time now, but not a single person dared to show any impatience on their faces - unless they were simply bored out of their minds.

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.