In the first-class cabin, Chen Zhao turned to look at Portia.
"Pam, are you unhappy?"
"No." Portia shook her head. Portia shook her head. After a while, Portia couldn't help but ask, "Boss, if I resign now, will you be angry?"
"No, of course not." Chen Zhao smiled. "I'm a very generous person."
"Then I …"
"Other than using my connections to make sure you never find a job, I won't do anything overboard," Chen Zhao said in a gentle tone.
"By the way, do you want to resign?" Chen Zhao asked gently.
"No … I'm just asking."
Portia turned to look at the white clouds outside the window.
On the first day of work, Chen Zhao brought her home.
Portia knew one thing. Chen Zhao was very rich.
How rich was he?
The kind that could make her disappear from the face of the earth.
Of course, it wasn't completely without benefits.
At least she got a month's salary in advance so that she could pay her rent first.
At the same time, he sold his second-hand truck to her at a low price.
This allowed her to solve the transportation problem.
Portia ignored Chen Zhao. She picked up an Actor's Training and started reading.
With her education background, it wasn't hard for her to find a job.
However, she'd gone to Los Angeles because it was close to Hollywood.
Of course, she hadn't gotten a single role yet.
Not even Passerby A had.
Suddenly, Chen Zhao closed Portia's book.
"Boss, what are you doing?"
"I'm bored. Chatting with me."
"My job doesn't include chatting."
"No, it does." Chen Zhao waved his finger.
"It doesn't."
"You can call Alex and have her read the contract for you."
Portia took a deep breath and calmed her anger.
"I really hope the plane falls and this * sshole falls to his death."
Rumble —
The plane seemed to have encountered turbulence and shook.
Encountering turbulence wasn't something that people liked.
The vibration was very uncomfortable.
Of course, it was unavoidable for commercial flights to encounter turbulence at high altitudes.
Just then, the turbulence shook again.
This time, it was stronger than last time.
All the passengers felt weightless.
Just then, Portia saw a spark explode from the left engine.
Then, the vibration of the plane became more obvious.
"Ah …" Portia screamed, "The engine … the engine is on fire."
Chen Zhao turned his head. "I think a bird crashed into the engine."
This was indeed the case. Chen Zhao did feel it.
But Chen Zhao couldn't stop it.
The plane began to shake.
Because the speed of the aircraft engine was very fast, if a flying bird were to hit the engine, it would bring about an imbalance of several tons of inertia, which could instantly cause devastating damage to the engine.
At this time, many passengers who had pulled over saw that the engine was on fire.
The entire cabin was in a state of panic.
"We're dead … We're dead."
Not only Portia, but all the passengers were also panicking.
Chen Zhao was helpless. He couldn't save everyone.
However, the plane had not yet lost control and was still flying in a relatively stable manner.
The captain had already informed them that they would be docking at the nearest Houston airport.
A loss of power in an aircraft engine does not necessarily mean that it will crash.
The vibration of the plane continued.
However, the flight crew was doing their best to control the plane to maintain flight.
Someone in the cabin was crying.
"Pam, shouldn't you be writing your will now?" Chen Zhao asked with a smile.
Portia was not in the mood to argue with Chen Zhao.
Her face was pale from fear.
Someone was really writing a will.
This kind of despair was very contagious.
The entire cabin was filled with the smell of death.
Portia also started writing her will.
Chen Zhao looked at Portia.
"You should write it on your phone. If the plane crashes, there might be an explosion that will destroy the paper," Chen Zhao said mischievously. "Also, the phone I gave you is a satellite phone. You can say goodbye to your family and friends now."
Portia started crying. The more Chen Zhao said sarcastically, the more panicked and desperate she became.
Crying was also contagious. The entire cabin was crying.
Even the flight attendants who had been barely able to calm down were crying.
But the plane still landed safely at Houston airport.
In the end, all the passengers landed safely on the air mattresses.
When they stepped on the ground, the solid feeling made them feel like they had been reborn.
Portia looked at Chen Zhao, who was fixing his hair.
She recalled that Chen Zhao didn't seem to have any negative emotions before.
From the beginning until now, apart from his bad words and actions.
He didn't show any panic or despair.
Portia gritted her teeth at Chen Zhao.
"Weren't you scared just now?"
"I heard your curse just now, so I think this accident happened because of you."
Chen Zhao looked at Portia and said calmly.
Portia gritted her teeth in anger.
The two walked out of the airport. "Let's go rent a car," Chen Zhao said.
There would usually be a car rental company at the airport in America.
Portia hadn't completely calmed down yet.
"Can I …"
"No," Chen Zhao reminded. "Don't forget that you still owe me money."
Ten minutes later, Portia drove a car to Chen Zhao.
Portia was already very tired.
Houston wasn't that close to New Orleans.
It was close to 600 kilometers.
It would take at least six hours to drive.
"Boss, I'm very tired. Can you drive?"
"I'll drive for a while. You can drive in the middle." Chen Zhao finally said something reasonable.
But even if Chen Zhao drove, it didn't mean that Portia could rest.
Chen Zhao chattered nonstop.
Every time Portia closed her eyes, Chen Zhao would wake her up.
"Boss, can you let me rest for a while?"
"I'm very bored," Chen Zhao said confidently. "You're my personal assistant," Chen Zhao said confidently. "You should help me solve my boredom. You must have professional ethics."
But Portia was really tired.
She'd just experienced a plane accident.
She was mentally and physically exhausted.
"Hey, wake up."
Portia woke up again. "Is it my turn to drive?"
"We're in New Orleans. Where's the hotel you booked?" Chen Zhao asked.
"We're in New Orleans already?" Portia looked out the window. It was already night.
Portia rubbed her eyes. Suddenly, she jumped up. "Oh no, I forgot to book a hotel."
"Book it now," Chen Zhao said calmly. "If you forget again, I'll deduct your salary."
Please remember this book's domain name:. Nine Heavens God King
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