"What right do you have to tell me not to fly? Be careful, or I’ll make sure you can’t even get on a plane." In Huo Bingxuan’s life philosophy, money is everything. She always believed that money was omnipotent, and all her confidence was built upon the Huo Family. Meanwhile, she made up her mind to call her brother and make sure this woman gets fired from the airline.
An Nan saw through the calculations in the woman’s heart in front of her at a glance, and after a cold laugh, she directly pulled out her phone to make a call, even turning on the speaker function.
The call was connected, and a cheerful male voice came through, "You’re back! Where are you now? I’ll come to you."
What others did not notice was that as soon as this male voice came through the phone, a trace of displeasure flashed in Young Master Lin’s eyes as he stood silently. That kind of displeasure was like having his dominion invaded, sparking a desire to reclaim it by any means necessary.
An Nan didn’t directly answer the series of questions. Instead, she fixed the woman before her with a cold stare and spoke to the phone clearly, "Zhan Qiyi, if I see a woman named Huo Bingxuan on the passenger list of your airline again, I’ll throw you off the plane from eight thousand meters up."
With that, she hung up the call without hesitation.
Zhan Qiyi’s identity was something Huo Bingxuan, with her background, clearly understood. A sudden fear sprouted in her heart. If that was indeed Zhan Qiyi on the other end of the line, she might really never set foot on a plane again.
Zhan Qiyi, the CEO of Vince Airlines, a Chinese-American, Lin Mubai silently recited the name. An inexplicable jealousy arose within him. Who was this man, and how close was he to her?
Lin Mubai had always known about this man, but their commercial domains were different, so they hadn’t crossed paths. All information he had came from hearsay. Rumor had it that Zhan Qiyi took over the already declining Vince Airlines at the age of twenty and, in a decade, turned it into the world’s largest airline conglomerate.
But that wasn’t what concerned him the most. What he truly cared about was the relationship between the woman he was interested in and this man.
His beautiful phoenix eyes were half-open, half-closed, their black irises bright like stars, filled with allure and heat.
An Nan sensed something unusual and involuntarily shivered. Following her intuition, she turned to see what was there.
It was a pair of ink-black eyes, deep and like a well, capable of trapping someone at a glance, making escape impossible.
The man’s appearance was extremely handsome. Generally, airlines are places teeming with attractive men and women, and she was used to seeing them without feeling awed. Yet, at the first sight of this man, she was still captivated.
The phrase "peerless beauty" couldn’t be more appropriate for describing this man. Moreover, she found him particularly appealing. Realizing what she was thinking, An Nan immediately reproached herself inwardly, questioning, "What nonsense am I thinking? How can I describe a man as appealing, especially when he’s clearly younger than me?"
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Naturally averting her gaze, An Nan inwardly criticized, what a strange little man.
Why call him a little man? Because it was clear from one look that he was younger than her.