That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

The car slowly came to a stop at the hotel entrance. Olivia bid Harold farewell and got out of the car, heading into the hotel.

Early the next morning, she went to Mr. Shelby’s office at the agreed time to sign the contract. After that, Olivia boarded a plane for her return trip.

Sitting on the plane, Olivia finally began to relax after several tense days.

Once she returned, she only needed to observe for a while longer to confirm that the supplies from these companies to the research institute were stable. Then she could safely go abroad.

As she was lost in thought, someone sat down in the seat next to her.

Olivia snapped back to reality and instinctively glanced to the side. When she saw who it was, her expression stiffened.

“Does Miss Prescott think I’m stalking her again?” Victor raised an eyebrow sarcastically. “If it bothers you, should I change seats?”

Hearing this, Olivia secretly pinched her palm to suppress her annoyance and responded coldly, “No need. I wouldn’t make such a request of a stranger.”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

With that, she turned slightly and lay half-facing away from Victor.

Victor thought of what he had seen the previous night and, seeing Olivia’s attitude toward him, felt a surge of anger. His tone grew even colder. “Why is Miss Prescott alone? Where’s Mr. Ramos? Isn’t he accompanying you?”

Hearing him mention Harold repeatedly, Olivia sat up and frowned at him in displeasure. “My relationship with my senior isn’t what you think it is. Please don’t make baseless assumptions, Mr. Leer.”

A cold snort sounded in her ear. “And how do you know what kind of relationship I think it is?”

Olivia opened her mouth but then angrily lay back down, covering her face with a small blanket, not wanting to engage with him any further.

She couldn’t understand why Victor seemed to have an inexplicable grudge against Harold when, as far as she knew, they had almost no interaction.

Seeing her anger and embarrassment, Victor’s eyes grew colder. He was about to say something more when a flight attendant approached them. Victor furrowed his brow and suppressed his anger, remaining silent.

The plane slowly took off.

Olivia lay stiffly facing the window. Several times she heard the flight attendant asking if they needed anything, only to be coldly refused by the man beside her.

Olivia was relieved not to have to turn and face Victor.

However, every time the flight attendant left, the man’s gaze would fall on her as if trying to bore a hole through her.

Olivia felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Sensing his gaze on her once more, Olivia threw off the thin blanket and sat up, about to say something when the man spoke first. “She just said we’ve encountered air turbulence, there might be some bumps during the flight.”

The words Olivia was about to say were swallowed back, leaving her momentarily puzzled.

Before she could react, the plane suddenly jolted.

Losing her balance, Olivia leaned toward Victor but was pulled back by her seatbelt.

Just as she settled back in her seat, screams and questions erupted around her.

“What’s happening? Will the plane land safely?”

“Are we going to die?”

Everyone was experiencing an in-flight incident for the first time and was understandably panicked.

Over the intercom, the flight attendants repeatedly explained the cause of the incident and tried to calm everyone down.

However, as they were reassuring the passengers, the plane jolted again, even more violently than before.