NovelStartChapter 1138 The SFlight In the CEO's office in the Marsh Group.
Ivan had just finished a video conference when his phone rang and he answered it.
The caller reported.
"Mr. Marsh, Aaron bought a ticket to London leaving at five this afternoon. Tucker hasn't made any move." "Keep watching and report toif anything happens," Ivan said.
"Yes, sir. We have man boarding the sflight with Aaron. He will make us a list of Aaron's schedule every day and send it to your email." "Good. Watch him closely," Ivan hung up the phone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJennifer walked in and saw him put down the phone. "Watch who? Is it serious?" "Not a big deal," Ivan got up and walked to her, hugging her, "Your brother is leaving, aren't you seeing him off?" "Where's He going?" "To New York to get his medical records," said lvan proudly.
Jennifer was surprised, "He told you?" She didn't even know.
"Yup." "You're good," Jennifer nudged his shoulder, "Since when did you becso close? Aren't you jealous of him anymore?" "Hey!" Ivan pinched her cheek.
"It hurts!" Claire, who had just left the hospital, went to Finnley and Mya's place. She didn't tell Mya about her leg.
Her phone rang as soon as she walked into her room.
She stared at it for a while in surprise. It was someone from the Writers' Association.
Claire answered it, "Ms. Campell." "Claire, There's an exchange event for writers in New York. We have a seat left, would you like to go?" The voice of a middle-aged woman cthrough the phone.
"When is the event?" Claire was a full-tfreelance writer who liked to travel. She was free from marriage and kids.
"The flight's at six in the afternoon. You can get ready now and meet everyone at the airport. | will invite you into the group chat and you can contact Ms. Harlee, she's in charge of the event. You have her Facebook account, don't you?" "Yes. | do," said Claire, "Thank you for your trust, ma'am. | will get ready now!" It was a recognition for her to get the invitation and a good opportunity for her to meet fellow writers.
There were so many members in the Writers' Association, if she wasn't good enough, she wouldn't be able to get the opportunity.
Claire soon packed up her things and rushed to the airport.
In the Clarke Corp.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTristan walked in the CEO's office, "Mr. Clarke, I've arranged the work schedule." "The flight is at six in the afternoon," Zack stood there and put his hands on Tristan's shoulders, "Be careful in New York." He was a worried father.
"Take care of yourself, dad," Tristan hadn't left his side since he cback to the country.
They looked at each other for a few seconds.
"I'm leaving," Tristan smiled and left.
Seeing him walking away, Zack felt proud.
Tristan was always so calm in front of everything and he was a responsible grown man.
An hour later, on Flight CA818 to New York, the passengers started to board the plane.
Tristan boarded the plane and soon found his seat. He sat down on a seat, the next to him and to the window was empty.
The passengers were all dressed up and polite.
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