After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 887 "What's going on with this plane? Why hasn't it taken off yet?" "It's just a light rain outside, why the delay?" "Rain usually doesn't affect planes taking off as long as there's no lightning. What are you guys doing?" Darcie started explaining and calming down the passengers.

"Usually, rainfall doesn't affect takeoff and landing of planes. 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 plane. Unstable air currents can also be dangerous for everyone." "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 a complete 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 most complaints out of everyone on staff.

Sylvia didn't react much; she kept reading her magazine while Jasper sat next to her occasionally 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 nonchalantly. "Lleilaga mainly gets its airflow from Atlantic Northwest warm ocean currents releasing lots of moisture into the air which then forms into rain when meeting cold air. That's why Lleilaga loves raining so much." The misty rain gave Lleilaga 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 places.

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 dollars in business to discuss. Can you afford to compensate me if you delay my business?" Sylvia gave him a cold glance.

The middle-aged man wore a leopard-print shirt and a large 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 airline company! Watch out for me buying your company!" Elsa's face turned pale instantly but she still maintained her professional demeanor as she patiently explained, "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 splashed 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 blaming Elsa's team for what happened.

But these passengers were already at their breaking point emotionally; they were irritated before this incident even occurred so now it was even worse.

"Let us off this plane! Why keep us trapped here?" "I want to get off now!" "Compensation! You ruined our clothes completely; 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 class!" 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 a large 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'll compensate right away." He quickly took out bills from his briefcase one by one for equivalent compensation.

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 accept your apology but | won't take your money." The middle-aged man looked embarrassedly towards Sylvia waiting for instructions or guidance but she ignored him completely while giving cold glances towards other passengers. "And what about you guys? The flight delay is for everyone's safety not because we want it delayed 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 will compensate us for this small table?" The middle-aged man quickly replied. "I'll compensate... 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 delay 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’ blacklist. 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 blacklist 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 too late 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 blacklisting these troublesome passengers was letting them off too easily.

They had caused her hand to become 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 speculate 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 80% of these passengers were H Rovirsa employees themselves — they had witnessed firsthand how famous Sylvia really was! The middle-aged man didn't even know who she was; usually he paid no attention whatsoever towards internet 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 Trash Picking up'? She wrote its script! And do you know about Glarey 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!" "Oh, and most importantly, she's the boss lady of SouthStar Airlines, Mrs. Maskelyne to be exact." "I 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 in tears. "Miss Andrews, I'm sorry. Mr. Maskelyne, I'm sorry... | promise to turn over a new leaf and never cause trouble again." He couldn't afford to mess with them! His million-dollar contract probably looked like peanuts in their eyes!