Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 184: She Is the Only First-Class Passenger (Revised Edition)

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: She Is the Only First-Class Passenger (Revised Edition)

"Bang bang--"

Andy and Martin each took two kicks.

The bodyguards behind them also received a few punches.

"President Gallagher, I’m sorry!"

The group of bodyguards turned pale with fear, each trembling with their bodies stiff.

President Gallagher has a bad temper and could fire people at the drop of a hat.

But he had never physically hit his subordinates or servants before.

He was so angry today that all elegance and composure were thrown out the window.

"An entire hour! You made me wait in that damn place for a whole hour!"

"Are you all dead or something?"

Andy turned pale with fear and hastily bowed his head to admit his mistake: "I’m sorry, President Gallagher, it was our oversight, we didn’t notice in time..."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s eyes were frosty, "Useless, a bunch of useless people."

Linton’s legs went weak, and he nearly knelt as he stammered, "President... President Gallagher, I... I didn’t mean to..."

"Today, fire all security and maintenance personnel in the surveillance room."

"Also, fire the advertising manager responsible for this."

"What? President Gallagher... President Gallagher..."

Hearing this, Andy and Martin felt a void in their chests, becoming even more flustered.

They were earning high salaries and benefits at the Gallagher Group.

If they lost their jobs, their lives would immediately fall into chaos.

After all, they had families to support, and the expenses from car and home loans were staggering.

"You, and you, your year-end bonuses are all forfeited."

Hearing this, a few of them secretly sighed in relief, "Yes, thank you, President Gallagher."

Fortunately, it was just losing the bonus.

If they were fired, each one would be wailing.

After venting his anger, Nathaniel Gallagher stormed towards the employee elevator.

Andy and Martin hurriedly followed.

They got into the elevator.

Nathaniel Gallagher irritably yanked off his tie and took off his jacket.

Andy immediately took it, being very cautious, afraid of making another mistake.

However.

The advertisement screen in the elevator was also looping today’s hot news.

[Nathaniel Gallagher’s ex-wife boldly announces new relationship; new boyfriend is actually Caldwen’s Crown Prince]

[Josephine Thompson and Julian Grant suspected to be secretly living together, love index off the charts]

[Campus romance marathon, Josephine Thompson and first love rekindle their past...]

Poof!

Seeing the news, the anger Nathaniel Gallagher had just suppressed exploded again.

"Are you guys dead or what?"

Andy snapped back, immediately stepping forward to forcibly unplug the advertisement screen’s power.

"President Gallagher, I’ve already notified HR, and all ads have been retracted. From now on, there will definitely be no more random ads at the Gallagher Group."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s sharp and cold brows furrowed deeper.

"Ding--"

The elevator doors opened.

He walked out with a dark face and long strides.

Andy and Martin exchanged glances, each secretly wiping sweat.

"Quick, notify the driver to prepare the car to wait."

...

The Peninsula International Hotel.

Inside the presidential suite.

Ten in the morning.

Josephine Thompson got up.

She washed up, changed, and packed her luggage.

"The flight is at two in the afternoon, I need to head to the airport now."

Julian Grant was worried, his concern evident: "Josephine, can’t you wait for me for two days? I really can’t feel at ease with you going to Zarathos alone."

Josephine Thompson curled her lips slightly, comforting him gently: "You really don’t need to worry about me. Once I get off the plane, someone will be there to pick me up."

"Besides, your grandmother’s surgery will take at least half a month to stabilize. So, you should stay and accompany the elderly well."

"But..." Julian Grant furrowed his brows, still looking uneasy.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself. Also, I won’t be going alone; I’ll have bodyguards and assistants with me."

Julian Grant hesitated for a few seconds, reluctantly saying, "Alright then! I’ll take you to the airport. Call me as soon as you get off the plane."

"Mm-hmm, rest assured."

"A kiss."

"Stop it."

Without further ado, Julian Grant enveloped Josephine Thompson in his arms and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, his eyes filled with deep reluctance: "You have to video call me every day when you’re there, no excuses."

A tremor ran through Josephine Thompson’s heart: "Got it."

"Let go quickly, or we’ll miss the flight."

Julian Grant reluctantly released her, picking up her suitcase: "I’ve already asked the driver to wait downstairs, I’ll carry your luggage."

"Alright."

The two walked out of the suite side by side.

The hallway was carpeted thickly, their footsteps barely audible.

Julian Grant held Josephine Thompson’s hand tightly all the way, as if she would vanish the moment he let go.

Into the hotel lobby.

The waiting assistant hurried forward to take the luggage.

But Julian Grant didn’t immediately let Josephine Thompson get in the car; instead, he pulled out an exquisite velvet box from his pocket: "Here, wear this."

"What is this?"

"It’s a family heirloom from my grandmother, blessed to keep you safe."

Opening the box.

Inside was a blood-red ruby necklace, with scattered diamonds sparkling in the light.

"This is too precious; I can’t accept it..."

Julian Grant hooked an arm around her waist, sincerely but cheekily saying, "If you don’t accept it, I won’t let you go."

"..." Josephine Thompson felt a lump in her chest, hesitating for a few seconds before obediently accepting it.

Anyway, dragging on would only waste time.

Might as well accept it outright.

She could give him a gift of equal value another day.

For her, affection is mutual, and so is giving.

"Let me put it on for you."

"Alright."

Julian Grant delicately pinched the necklace, carefully placing it around her neck.

The ruby lay against her skin, a faintly cool sensation.

His fingertips accidentally grazed her nape, the delicate touch like a feather softly fluttering by, causing her to shrink her neck slightly.

"All done."

Julian Grant helped tidy her hair, stepping back a bit to admire her with a gentle smile in his eyes, "It looks beautiful on you."

Josephine Thompson raised her hand to feel the necklace, the ruby glowing warmly under the light, like a heartbeat. "Thank you."

"Get in the car; it’s about time."

Julian Grant opened the car door for her, leaning close to whisper in her ear, "Remember to send me your location when you get to Zarathos, and don’t you dare sneak out without the bodyguards."

"Alright, nagging." Josephine Thompson glanced at him and ducked into the car.

Julian Grant followed her in.

...

Forty minutes later.

Caldwen International Airport.

The two passed through the VIP channel, entering the VIP lounge.

"You’re about to board; I really can’t bear to see you go."

Josephine Thompson forced a smile, "Alright, stop nagging, you should go back now."

Julian Grant turned to the bodyguards, "Make sure you take care of Josephine throughout the entire trip, no mistakes allowed."

"Rest assured, President Grant, we will definitely protect Miss Thompson well."

"Mm."

"I’m leaving now."

"Safe travels."

"Mm, safe travels."

Josephine Thompson said no more, carrying her documents and heading towards the boarding gate with four bodyguards.

Ten minutes later.

She successfully boarded the plane.

Everything went smoothly.

She had booked a first-class cabin.

The four bodyguards were in business class, with a distance in between.

Josephine Thompson stored away her luggage, adjusted her seat, and then picked up her phone to call her grandfather.

"Ring ring ring..."

The call was quickly answered.

"Hello, Josephine."

Upon hearing her grandfather’s voice, Josephine Thompson felt a lump in her throat, "Grandpa, I’ve boarded the plane now, and I’ll arrive tomorrow."

On the other end, Elder Thompson’s voice was filled with affection, "Alright, Grandpa will send someone to pick you up tomorrow."

"Mm-hmm, the plane is about to take off, I have to turn off my phone."

"Okay, take care on the way."

"I will, Grandpa."

After hanging up.

Josephine Thompson turned off her phone and prepared to take a nap.

Six months ago.

She had transferred her grandfather to a top-notch rehabilitation center abroad.

After months of rehabilitation training and treatment.

Elder Thompson’s hemiplegia had improved significantly, and he was looking a lot healthier.

Last month, Grandpa went on vacation in Zarathos with Auntie Lena and others.

"I haven’t seen Grandpa for a long time, and I really miss him. I’ll take this opportunity to spend quality time with him..."

Thinking about finally seeing Grandpa soon.

She felt both happy and excited.

Suddenly.

She felt a chill run down her spine, as if someone had opened a refrigerator behind her.

"Ugh... why is it suddenly so cold?"

Josephine Thompson instinctively rubbed her arms and casually wrapped a scarf around herself.

The air conditioning in the first-class cabin was set to a comfortable temperature, so there shouldn’t be any chill.

"What’s going on, my eyelids are twitching too." Josephine Thompson tightened her scarf, glancing at the closed compartment door, but the inexplicable unease in her heart wouldn’t go away.

She looked around at the other seats.

There were only so many seats in first class.

Oddly enough.

It seemed like she was the only passenger.

When booking the tickets, she originally wanted to book first-class for the bodyguards too. Unfortunately, first class showed as fully booked.

"The plane is about to take off, why haven’t the other passengers boarded yet?"

She felt a vague unease, something seemed off.

After another five minutes.

Finally, ten or so passengers gradually boarded first class.

Josephine Thompson took a glance.

These passengers all had the same expression, calm and composed, without a trace of a smile. Moreover, there were more men than women, only two females.

As Josephine Thompson’s gaze swept over the passengers’ faces, her unease grew stronger.

Ordinary first-class passengers either exuded the relaxation of a journey or the haste of a business trip.

But these people seemed to have a layer of ice on their faces, their movements were so synchronized they seemed almost mechanical, and even the sound of their luggage being placed was kept to a minimum.

She withdrew her gaze.

Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the ruby necklace around her neck. The cool gemstone pressed against her skin, yet it didn’t bring the sense of calm it had earlier.

"Never mind, nothing dangerous should happen on a plane, right?"

"Even if something dangerous happens, it would be an air disaster. If that really happens, you can’t escape it anyway."

Josephine Thompson comforted herself a little, thankfully closed the compartment door, and shut out any external disturbance.

"Dear passengers, the plane is about to take off, please sit down and fasten your seatbelts..."

As the plane was about to take off.

Another passenger boarded the plane.

The compartment door had frosted glass.

You could vaguely see the shadows of people walking outside.

A particularly tall figure in a black suit walked past, their walking posture seemed oddly familiar to her.

"Overthinking." She closed her eyes, forcing herself to focus back on the magazine in her seat.

"...Confirmed, it’s just her and those four in business class."

"...The gentleman instructed, do not disturb."

The sound of quiet conversation drifted through the cabin.

Josephine Thompson’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, she sat up straight in anxiety.

"What are those people talking about? Are they talking about me?"

Josephine Thompson’s heart skipped a beat, her fingers tightened around the magazine unconsciously, her knuckles turning white.

Though the whispers were unclear, the words "four" and "business class" pricked her nerve with precision like needles.

Her bodyguards just happened to be four people, and they were in business class, weren’t they?

She held her breath, listening closely.

The compartment’s soundproofing wasn’t bad, the noise outside was faint, leaving only the growing hum of the plane’s engine.

But the less she could hear clearly, the more her unease grew, wrapping around her like vines, making it hard to breathe.

The tall figure in a black suit became clearer in her mind.

The slight tilt of the head while walking, the stride length, even the lines of the wrist when clenching a fist... all matched the ominous figure in her memory.

"...Impossible, how could he be here?" Josephine Thompson shook her head vigorously, attempting to dispel this absurd thought.

Her trip to Zarathos was very confidential.

Moreover, Nathaniel Gallagher was in Audenburg.

He couldn’t possibly know she was going to Zarathos, much less follow her.

But once the seed of doubt was planted, it grew wildly. She recalled the initially empty first-class cabin, the expressionless passengers, the earlier seemingly purposeful conversation... all the clues linked together, pointing to a chilling possibility.

These people were not ordinary passengers at all.

The plane began to taxi slowly, the fuselage vibrating slightly.

Josephine Thompson instinctively stood up, immediately looking for a flight attendant, "Excuse me, I need to get off the plane..."

"Ma’am, is everything alright?"

Josephine Thompson’s voice held a barely noticeable tremble, her fingertips turned slightly cold from nervousness: "I suddenly remembered something very important left at the airport, I have to go get it."

She didn’t dare tell the truth.

She could only come up with the flimsiest excuse, her gaze fixed tightly on the flight attendant, feeling helpless.

The flight attendant looked troubled, politely but firmly shook her head: "Sorry ma’am, the plane has already started taxiing, according to regulations, we can’t open the cabin door again. Maybe you can contact the ground staff to help you find it? We can assist in communicating."

"No!"

Josephine Thompson’s voice suddenly rose, then quickly lowered, "That thing is extremely important to me, I have to retrieve it myself."

Her gaze swept outside the window, seeing the aerobridge already retracted, increasing her panic, "Could you please make an exception, just a few minutes, I’ll be right back."

At this moment.

Steady footsteps were heard outside the compartment, stopping at the door. Josephine Thompson’s back instantly tensed, as if frozen, she even forgot to breathe.

The flight attendant seemed to have sensed something too, following her gaze to the door, a slight change in expression, then offered Josephine Thompson an apologetic smile: "I’m truly sorry ma’am, rules are rules, I cannot violate them. If there’s nothing else, I’ll attend to my duties."

After saying that.

The flight attendant turned and left.

The plane accelerated its taxi, starting to take off...