Novel Square
Chapter 0151
Chapter 0151
“Retribution?”
Ethan, his torso bare, reflected in the mirror, his arms rippling with power, his voice dripping with disdain, “But looking at it now, it seems you are the one who’s reaped what he sowed, right? ‘Left by his wife, abandoned by his child’-fits you to a T, doesn’t it?”
He didn’t wait for Lucas to respond, promptly ending the call.
Madison eyed him curiously, “Left by his wife?”
Setting down her phone, Ethan splashed his face with cold water, -seeking clarity.
He said gravely, “Lucas and Sophia have divorced, around the time your own divorce became public.”
“They split because Lucas found out the child Sophia is carrying isn’t
his?”
Madison was agape, it took her a moment to process.
Ethan, drying his face, ruffled her hair with a chuckle, “Why so shocked?”
“Sophia’s child belongs to someone else?” she said incredulously.
She couldn’t fathom it-a woman pregnant with one man’s child, marrying another.
If it was a child conceived before their marriage, it would be somewhat understandable, but…
“Don’t be surprised.”
Ethan flicked on his electric razor, a lazy nonchalance in his gaze,
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Sophia herself isn’t all that virtuous. In her little social circle, she’s climbed into more directors’ beds than I can count. I’d wager her
infidelity isn’t a first with Lucas-only your naïve ex could be so willingly cuckolded.”
His pithy critiques were merciless.
Hearing him lambast Lucas, Madison felt not a ripple of disturbance, in fact, a smile threatened to break through.
Catching the twinkle in Madison’s eye, Ethan rinsed his face clean, tossed aside the razor, and suddenly cupped the back of her head, pulling her into a searing kiss.
Madison froze, momentarily unresponsive.
-Then, almost without realizing, she lifted her hands to his neck,
quietly reciprocating his kiss.
Feeling her comply, Ethan’s heart gave a ferocious leap.
He shut the bathroom door with a flick of his wrist and pushed Madison against the wall, pressing her tightly to him.
Their heat climbed in intensity, on the verge of igniting into something
more.
Ethan’s hand had just slipped beneath the hem of Madison’s top when a phone’s ringtone shattered the moment.
The interruption snapped Madison back to reality, and she abruptly stepped out of his embrace, grabbing her phone and exiting the bathroom.
Ethan answered Frank’s call through gritted teeth, “You’d better have something surprisingly good to tell me.”
Frank: “.
Trouble.
It seemed he’d done something amiss.
But the call was made, so Frank braced himself, “There’s an upcoming pilot competition domestically, introducing a ranking system. From S to A, the initiative has been approved by the higher- ups. From now on, pilots globally will need to be graded and carry a certification to work.”
The rankings went from S, C, B, to A.
Ethan had heard rumors from the civil aviation sector about this
prospect two years ago, but he hadn’t expected its official launch to come this soon.
“When does it start?”
“This month for sign-ups, the competition is next month. I hear simultaneous events will take place internationally, culminating in the best pilot from each country competing on a global scale.”
Ethan scoffed, “And there’s a prize?”
“The details are hazy, but word is there will be a trophy. It carries significant prestige-the title of the world’s best pilot. What aviator wouldn’t covet that?” Frank explained.
Ethan mulled over this, “Issue the notice. Every captain in Mukino Airlines is to compete.”
“Will do.”
By noon, the entire staff at Mukino International were informed.
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Everyone hoped for their airline to boast the champion-what a feather in the cap that would be.
Because of this, Madison had to rush back for a meeting.
The competitors needed to fill out their own entry forms.
“Why are you packing?” Ethan was buttoning up his shirt.
Madison didn’t look up, “Manager Xiao announced the competition. As chairman, aren’t you aware?”
“I am aware.” He stopped her flurry of movements. “But what does that have to do with packing your bags?”
“I need to sign up for the competition.”
With a snap, Ethan slapped a form on the table in front of Madison.
“Fill it out.” He was the picture of casual elegance, “Once you’re done, we’ll go out to eat.”
Madison picked up the form and swallowed hard.
She couldn’t help but feel she was constantly receiving special treatment, always going through the back door.
She took out the black carbon pen Ethan had brought, sitting
earnestly at the round table to fill in the form.
Ethan, noticing her hesitation, leaned in to look.
Madison was indecisive over the ‘Marital Status’ section.
The choices were comprehensive: married, single, in a relationship.
“Do you need to hesitate?” Ethan asked.
Madison looked up at him, “Didn’t you read further down?”
Ethan’s gaze shifted downward.
Below the marital status, there was an optional section.
It essentially requested that if one had a spouse or partner, their
name, ID number, contact information, and other details be provided truthfully.
This was to be submitted, possibly not only to the civil aviation
authority but to higher authorities.
Madison was hesitant to write.
Ethan, now fully buttoned up, smoothly snatched the pen from her hand and began to fill in the form beside the table.
In a relationship.
Partner’s information.
Name: Ethan
ID Number: xXXXXXX
XXXXXXXX
Phone Number: 1886688xxXX
Done decisively and unhesitatingly.
Madison blinked, astounded.
He laid down the pen, “Now you continue.”
“Just like that…” Madison gazed at the sharp, carefree script he left
on the paper.
“I’m starving, Madison.”
His voice carried a hint of a pout.
Madison’s heart skipped, “Right away, right away!”
She sped up her writing, quickly completing the form, and handed it back to Ethan.
Before leaving, Ethan entrusted the form to William, who was
responsible for sending it back to Mukino Airlines.
At the same time.
In the grand conference room of Mukino Airlines.
All pilots without flying duties were gathered, busy filling out their competition forms.
Participation wasn’t optional-this was going to be a significant change in the industry.
Shihua felt no pressure, confident she’d secure the top rank.
Pondering over the ‘Marital Status’ section, she hesitated but finally decided to write something.
After completing the form, Shihua left the meeting room quickly to make a call.
“Hello, Uncle Grant, it’s Shihua.”