Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day

Chapter 0186

Before Ethan could whisk his girlfriend away for their date, a

delegation descended upon Mukino Multifaceted.

William entered, calling out from the foot of the staircase, “President Grant, representatives from the International Civil Aviation Organization are here, including the tower chief Tate and several deputies.”

Madison was taken aback.

So soon?

But Ethan remained the picture of composure.

“Just say I’m not available,” Ethan replied with an icy detachment.

Unfamiliar with the nuances of business, Madison wondered, “Won’t they just leave in a huff if you turn them away like that?”

“They won’t,” Ethan assured her with unwavering confidence.

And then, to Tate’s face, Ethan smoothly departed in his luxury car.

The tower chief was left in a frenzy. Upon landing, his phone was bombarded with calls pushing him to persuade Mukino to resume cargo flights promptly. Some perishable seafood exports couldn’t afford even a day’s delay.

But with the aviation authority’s inspection decree in hand, Ethan had legally grounded the cargo fleet, leaving the traders with no grounds for compensation.

What could they do but direct their frustration at the very source of the problem-Chief Tate?

The luxurious car cruised down the spacious road, with Tate’s official

car trailing, not daring to intercept or disturb, lest they aggravate

Ethan further.

“Now’s the time for appeasement,” Tate’s secretary urged, fearing his boss might storm off in anger.

Tate sighed, “Of course, I understand.”

His frustration aside, he dared not offend Ethan at such a critical juncture. This young upstart in the aviation world certainly had some mettle.

Thus, Ethan spent the day treating Madison to an elegant western meal in Slandon Harbor’s bustling district, a dazzling light show, a tasting of fine wines, and ended with an auction.

By the time they finished, night had fallen.

Madison stepped out to find Tate’s car still parked by the curb, the chief wearing a cordial smile aimed at Ethan.

“You go ahead in the car; have the driver take you back to Mukino Multifaceted,” Ethan instructed her.

“Are you heading to the office?”

“Yes.” Ethan made sure she was settled in the car before watching it

drive away.

William arrived shortly after in another car to pick him up.

“Tower Chief Tate,” Ethan approached slowly, neither overly dominating nor excessively courteous.

Tate, who had been holding his breath, now felt a wave of relief. He stepped forward, politeness personified, “President Grant, might your have a moment to speak now?”

Ethan didn’t continue to keep him at a distance, “Would Chief Tate

care to discuss matters in the car?”

Tate was only too happy to agree and cheerfully climbed into the

vehicle.

Whatever transpired in that car remained a mystery, but when Tate disembarked, he was bowing and thanking the young businessman profusely, with the utmost respect and politeness.

“Would you like to stay and unwind in Slandon Harbor? I, Ethan, would be

glad to accompany you throughout,” Ethan offered.

“No, no,” Tate waved off quickly, “I still have unfinished duties. My sudden visit was an intrusion; please go about your business,

President Grant.”

Ethan offered the courtesy due to him, “Safe travels, Chief Tate.”

“Please, no need to see me off!”

Once back in his car, Tate mopped his brow with a handkerchief, sighing repeatedly. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“How did it go, Chief?” the secretary inquired.

Tate’s tension eased as the conversation with President Grant had demanded all his diplomatic skills in Chinese.

Despite the young man’s age, every word he spoke seemed to grip Tate’s lifeline with an iron hold.

A formidable presence.

There’s a saying in China: He is no ordinary individual.

Gathering his wits, Tate instructed his secretary, “Arrange to resume the rating assessment immediately. And contact the major

international airlines personally, ensuring that pilot named Madison is treated with the utmost respect from now on.”

With this news released, the anxious international airlines breathed a

sigh of relief and hurriedly checked their schedules for Chinese cargo flights.

It didn’t take long for airlines worldwide to notice something: all resumed cargo flights carrying goods valued over a billion were piloted by someone with the surname Meng.

Especially the inaugural flight from Slandon Harbor International Airport to the capital city for the rating assessment scheduled for tomorrow, piloted by Meng..

In an instant, all airline bosses took a keen interest in this Meng pilot.

While this move might seem somewhat irrational to profit-minded businessmen, it was undeniably effective.

Learning of these developments, Madison couldn’t help feeling nervous: “This is my first time flying cargo.”

“What’s wrong with cargo?” Ethan handed her the orders personally: Tomorrow, your freighter will depart alongside the passenger planes.

“Do you know what you’ll be transporting?” Ethan asked, stroki he top of her head.

Madison shook her head; she had no way of knowing.

“You’ll find out when you get there,” Ethan said, leading her to the bed.

“Get some rest now.”

With a flight ahead, Madison couldn’t afford to stay up; she forced herself to seize the sleep while she could, however restless she felt.

The next day, at 12:20 pm, Madison, having completed all the flight procedures, boarded the plane with two of her former co-pilots and the cargo crew.

Dressed in her Mukino Airlines captain’s uniform, she represented the face of the nation’s largest civil aviation company.

Simultaneously, on the passenger jet side, Charlie was at the helm.

As they prepared for takeoff, Madison heard Charlie’s voice in the tower, and upon learning they’d be departing one after the other, she smiled, “Safe landing, Captain Charlie.”

“Wait for me,” he replied.

Madison’s freighter took off first.

Her composed launch set the tone for the day; from their vantage point, the entire crew watched her aircraft ascend, Mukino’s logo emblazoned clear against its body.

A sense of unexplained pride welled within the pilots’ hearts.

See, that’s their company’s plane!

Charlie soon followed Madison into the skies, their routes aligned, both destined for the same airport.

“We owe you one, Captain Madison. Without you, we would never have had the chance to witness such a rating assessment,” Jack spoke earnestly, gratitude ringing in his voice.