Chapter 28

Patience's POV

In the evening, as Kelsey was handling the discharge procedures for Hazel, she noticed his sullen expression and asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Nothing serious, just some company matters that are annoying," he replied.

"I had planned to introduce Cyrus to you to help secure investments, but I ended up making things worse. I'm sorry," Hazel said.

"It's not your fault. I'm just glad you weren't seriously hurt, or I would have regretted it for the rest of my life!" Kelsey said with a tinge of guilt.

Hazel, pleased to see the concern on his face, suggested, "By the way, there's an upcoming aviation exhibition hosted by several major airlines in a few days. You should check it out. It might offer some new business opportunities."

Kelsey was aware of the exhibition and had intended to go.

"Unfortunately, I have to support NY Airlines that day, so I can't be with you the whole time. I'll just have to squeeze in some time to accompany you," Hazel said.

As the first female captain of NY Airlines, she had her own responsibilities.

"You've already done so much. I don't know how I can ever repay you," Kelsey said.

"There's no need to repay me. If I hadn't left the country, you wouldn't have mated with Patience, and maybe we..." Hazel began.

"Let's not talk about her anymore," Kelsey interrupted. "I'll handle the discharge procedures first. Wait for me here."

"Sure," Hazel replied with a smile.

As she watched Kelsey's retreating back, the smile on her lips faded.

She had initially thought Kelsey was just a poor Alpha, so she had left. But now things were different.

Kelsey was a rising star in the tech world with a promising future.

Hazel's father was the Alpha of the Bluemoon Pack, but the Cook family's assets and Cook Group were under Winston's control.

She needed to secure Kelsey.

Her destiny was in her own hands.

Just as she had become the first female captain of NY Airlines, she was determined to make Kelsey submit to her once again!

Patience's POV

Yvette dragged me to the aerospace exhibition.

Having been in the Royal Legion's Air Force, I was naturally interested in the event.

The venue was bustling with not only corporate representatives seeking collaborations but also fellow aerospace enthusiasts.

There were even many parents with their children, patiently explaining the exhibits, the kids' eyes wide with curiosity and questions.

Yvette was immediately busy networking for potential drone parts collaborations, telling me to explore on my own.

I was happy for the solitude and wandered through the exhibits.

I paused near a family of four.

The parents were holding their children's hands, the father animatedly explaining a model airplane while the mother smiled and adjusted the kids' wind-tousled hair.

My eyes grew warm.

As a child, my parents had taken my brother, Wilmot, and me to exhibitions like this.

Now... only Wilmot and I remained.

Where could Wilmot be?

I took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions.

No matter where he was, I would find him.

I believed that Wilmot was still alive.

"Do you like children?" a familiar deep voice suddenly sounded beside me.

I turned to see Cyrus standing there, his gaze on the family I had been watching.

"Mr. Gross?" I was taken aback, instinctively scanning his surroundings for any pack guards.

He seemed like an ordinary visitor, here alone.

"You were watching something?" he asked, his attention shifting back to me.

"Where are your bodyguards?" I inquired curiously—someone of his stature should always have people around, right?

"Having them follow me around would be too conspicuous," Cyrus said indifferently. "So I had them wait in the shadows."

I glanced at the bustling crowd around us, suddenly realizing that this seemingly ordinary exhibition likely had many hidden observers, though I hadn't noticed them.

"Are you here alone?" Cyrus asked again.

"I came with a friend, but she's busy with something else now," I replied, pointing in the direction Yvette had gone.

"Maybe we could take a look around together?" Cyrus suggested. His tone was polite, but there was an underlying presence that made it hard to refuse.

I nodded nonchalantly.

There was no need to make a fuss over such a small thing. Besides, it didn't matter who I was with while exploring the exhibition.

As we walked through the event together, I discovered that Cyrus's knowledge of the aerospace field was incredibly extensive, far beyond what an average person would know.

From the construction of early propeller planes to the principles of modern jet engines, and even the design flaws of some obscure aircraft models, he could rattle off technical terms and in-depth reasoning.

I found that no matter what we discussed, Cyrus could always continue the conversation and offer unique insights.

If it hadn't been for Cyrus's assistant rushing over to remind him of a meeting with government officials, we probably would have kept talking.

After parting ways with Cyrus, I was about to head over to the other side of the exhibition to see the aerospace models when I unexpectedly saw Kelsey and a few pack members approaching.

I frowned, not wanting to run into them. Just as I was about to turn and avoid them, Lionel spotted me first and walked straight over.

His face wore the usual sneer. "Patience, come on. This is an aerospace exhibition. Do you even understand what you're looking at? You're not just here for the spectacle, are you?"