The Capitalist's Smile (4/4)
With three extra people suddenly joining them, the motorcycle was obviously no longer an option. They could only reluctantly take the Gulfstream jet. The turbulent airflow was blocked out as the wings sliced through the air and lifted them upward. It was unimaginably smooth, but Bronya did not like it.
Because it was not exciting at all.
Theresa saw them off with great enthusiasm, tightly gripping Zhao Bai's hand. Her young heart was filled with mixed emotions. This mission had gone beyond the scope of her authority as the head of the Far East Branch; it had been personally issued by headquarters. Theresa could not help feeling as though the fine cabbage she had raised for two years had been rooted up by a pig, and she was terribly saddened.
"Don't worry. I'll take good care of your daughter."
"Boohoohoo."
Theresa had no idea what she was crying about. Zhao Bai scratched his head, completely bewildered. If he knew Theresa was thinking like this, he would definitely fly into a rage, pull out the account book, and tell her exactly who had been supporting whom all these years.
Who was the one turning the tables here?
Yet Theresa tearfully saw him onto the plane, holding the little Xuanyuan Sword in her arms and continuously waving at Zhao Bai.
Why did she feel like a mother?
No, just having that thought made Zhao Bai nearly burst out laughing. He could not help looking away, gazing out the empty window as his shoulders trembled slightly with silent laughter.
Bronya also looked up at Theresa outside the window. Expressionless, she returned to Zhao Bai's side and could not help sighing softly. Theresa was simply too foolish; it was hard to feel threatened by someone like her. Someone like Theresa