Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day

Fortunately, Charlie wasn't looking to argue and promptly closed the communication link.

Captain Dong pulled Ye Han aside into a separate channel, his tone stern: "Can you refrain from speaking carelessly?"

"What did I say? I was just giving them a little advice," Ye Han didn't see anything wrong with her comments.

"If we start conflicting and it gets out, how do you think the public will perceive it? Don't get emotional at this time."

Captain Dong still commanded respect.

Ye Han responded with a low acknowledgment.

Soon everyone was ready, and Captain Dong opened all channels: "Take off. The three captains just follow closely behind."

"Roger that."

"Roger that."

"Roger that."

The responses from the trio came one after another.

After takeoff, Ye Han sneered as she looked back, "They're so slow even in taking off, how will they fly through the fog in the airspace?"

She truly believed that commercial pilots were inferior and found it laughable to consider them as peers.

"Ye Han!" Captain Dong suddenly rebuked her sharply.

Ye Han startled, forgetting her mic was still open.

Which meant all three civilian pilots had heard her comments.

Indeed they had.

This was the second time she had made snide remarks about them. Had it been only Madison, she might have acted like nothing happened, but now Charlie and Henry were with her.

"This pilot, we're on an important flight mission; I suggest we focus on completing that. If we can't keep up, that's our problem, and it won't impede you," Madison's tone was much more assertive than before. "No, no, you misunderstand. You are right, let's focus on the mission," a pilot from the training squadron jumped in to smooth things over.

It was Henry who was slow to take off, his nervousness caused him to wobble a bit during the ascent.

Captain Dong commanded, "Fly according to the planned route, forming a triangular formation."

The team executed the order neatly.

Embarrassed, Ye Han didn't speak again.

The trio, quite familiar with formation flying, immediately took their positions.

Captain Dong gave the order: "Depart."

Twenty-two fighter jets ascended into the sky, heading towards the worst-hit area of the disaster zone.

Their primary responsibility was to reach the disaster zone and then transport the most severely injured victims to hospitals for treatment — a task of immense importance. Captain Dong then commanded, "All units, increase speed!"

The response was unanimous, "Roger that."

From the initial jitters to now, Henry was fully engaged, his excitement mixing with a deep seriousness.

And, indeed, commercial pilots and fighter pilots each have their strengths.

Fighter pilots excel in agility and rapid maneuvers.

However, commercial pilots are accustomed to handling larger aircraft, and their skills adapt quickly to the agility of a smaller fighter jet.

It's like a truck driver suddenly asked to drive a car; they could do it with ease.

After about fifteen minutes of flight, the trio was noticeably more proficient.

Even Madison felt a burgeoning excitement.

After all, they were flying a fighter jet.

"Up ahead, there's a collapsed high-voltage powerline; we need to avoid it," Captain Dong, the lead navigator, warned. "Find the right angle and do not touch the wires, understood?" "Understood!"

The entangled wires, along with tilted high-rise buildings and bridges, made navigating tricky. Helicopters, designed for shorter distances, could not afford to waste fuel, which would be detrimental to the

evacuees.

Captain Dong led the way, tilting his jet at roughly forty-five degrees to navigate through the chaotic wires.

One by one, the jets followed successfully, then hovered nearby, awaiting the last three.

Ye Han smirked inwardly.

All eyes shifted towards the remaining jets.

Madison didn't hesitate. Mirroring the angle of the other pilots, she sped through with smooth precision.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Damn, she's good!" a pilot couldn't help but exclaim.

Even Ye Han was taken aback.

Captain Dong was especially impressed.

Then, Charlie and Henry also made it through without a hitch, bolstering their safety.

"Nicely done," Captain Dong couldn't help but commend.

Just like that, the perception of the three commercial pilots among the fighter pilots changed instantly.

Who said that commercial pilots were just those washed out of the fighter pilot ranks?

They were proving to be quite impressive!

Upon safe arrival in the disaster zone, the jets landed, and all the critically injured were ferried over.

"What should I call you?" Captain Dong called out to Madison.

Madison stated her name.

Captain Dong paused for a moment, then instructed, "You and your team handle the left side. You remember the round-trip route, right?"

"I do," Madison said and turned to immerse herself in the task of transporting the injured to the hospital.

When they were short on hands, Madison entered the disaster zone herself to help lift victims.

This was her first encounter with such a viscerally bloody scene.

The ground littered with limbs and cries of despair filled the air, overwhelming and desperate.

Madison frowned, ignoring the scrape on her arm, as she aided the rescue team.

"It's too late," a volunteer said.

Madison paused, "But he's still breathing."

The volunteer shook his head, "It's pointless. We can't get to the hospital in time, better save

resources for those who still have a to

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With that, the volunteers rushed to another trapped individual.

Madison squatted there, dumbstruck, as people bustled around her, covered in mud.

A sense of powerlessness swept over her, piercing her heart like a needle.

But he was still alive...

Why had he been left behind?

"Madison?"

Charlie ran over, "What are you doing? The ground is shaking!"

As she spoke, Charlie quickly grabbed Madison and threw them both to the ground.

The tremors intensified, the cries of despair growing heavier.

"A second earthquake has struck in Yuanchuan's disaster zone. Several rescue workers and volunteers are now trapped..."

"Where's Madison?"

Frank was startled when Ethan, suddenly appearing, grabbed him by the collar.

"Mr... President Grant..." Frank stuttered.

"A second earthquake has hit the disaster zone in Yuanchuan. I'm asking you, where did Madison go? Did you send her to the disaster zone?" Ethan's eyes were bloodshot.

The TV continued to report the scene, "Several rescue pilots have

been reported trapped under thet

rubble, according to media on the scene."

Ethan's mind exploded with the news.

"William!" he bellowed.

William hurried over.

Ethan strode out, "Bring my helicopter."

William was shocked, "President Grant, that fighter jet..."

A chilling, dangerous look from Ethan silenced him.

"I'll get it right away," William said, bowing his head.

That fighter jet, a legacy left by Ethan's mother, had once helped her achieve high honors.