Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day

At that moment, Madison finally caught on to the subtle shift in Ethan's mood.

She quickly opened the office door, gesturing to the waiting pilots to stay put, then hurried back to squat beside the couch in the office.

"I didn't mean to overlook you, please don't be upset, okay?" Madison's tone was exceptionally gentle.

In reality, Ethan wasn't really upset. Having weathered much in life, small matters like this hardly dented his mood.

But he missed Madison, even just half a day apart made him long for her, yearning for just a little more time together.

Unbeknownst to him, Madison was rushing back to work, leaving Ethan with a tinge of disappointment.

What do you do when your girlfriend seems to prioritize work over you?

This very question soon surfaced on Ethan's F******k.

So, as Madison arrived with the flight team at the training base, waiting for the snow to stop, she was bombarded with countless notifications tapping into Ethan's quandary. She quickly muted the alerts and dove into her work.

The synergy training needed a fresh run-through.

Likely, the Air China team would be diligently practicing their teamwork in the coming days.

Upon reflection, weren't all the pilots who made it to Air China exemplary in their own right?

If it came down to the wire, Madison felt their chances of an assured victory were too low.

"Madison."

The snow had just ceased, and the base staff were busy clearing it.

Brian approached her.

Standing on the broad grounds of the training base, Brian broached, "If it gets too much..."

"I can take half the team off your hands. Managing over twenty people alone is overwhelming, and the training might suffer."

Madison knew Brian was seasoned, so he seldom took the lead unless it was absolutely necessary.

Her eyes softened with gratitude, "Brian, you..."

"Ah, it's nothing. Just a training session, and don't forget I come from a military flying background - stamina is the least of my worries. I just don't want to wear myself out too soon." Madison chuckled at Brian's remark, "Are you sure? That's quite a lot of people, I worry it might be too much for you."

"It's all fine."

Brian gestured, "I'll take these ones - they're sharp, easier to manage. You tackle those a bit behind technically."

To elevate the overall skill level.

Madison accepted Brian's suggestion.

So, when the teams were divided, everyone understood the setup.

Those coached by Madison poured their utmost attention and energy into the training.

"We'll practice until eight tonight; it'll be dark by then."

But someone proposed, "Captain Madison, we could extend the time. After all, we can't rule out night-time scenarios in the selection races. And since we're all here, we might as well make the most of it." The suggestion made everyone exchange glances, then nod in agreement.

"Let's continue training, Captain Madison."

"Don't spare us, Captain. We can handle this intensity."

"Right!"

Informed of this, Brian teased the younger pilots over dinner.

"Planning to grind this old man into the ground, are you?"

There were playful retorts, "Exactly, if you retire, Brian, we might have our shot to climb up."

Brian snorted proudly, "Dream on!"

"Ha ha ha!"

The group resumed their meal.

Madison, though, could hardly eat, still imparting crucial flight advice to the pilots.

She was increasingly taking on the role of an instructor, something Frank observed with interest.

From a reluctant leader to handling matters with ease, Madison had adapted impressively in just over a week.

When their discussion concluded, Frank approached with his meal tray.

"Manager Xiao."

"Captain Madison."

She quickly corrected, "Don't call me that, just Madison is fine."

Frank grinned, "But you are Captain Madison. I'm not wrong."

"Exactly!" chorused the other pilots.

Noticing Frank seemed to have more to say, the astute pilots excused themselves.

Then Frank asked, "Ever considered becoming an instructor?"

"Not flying anymore?" Madison was taken aback, "That won't do."

She had no designs on being an instructor; she wanted to soar the skies.

"No, no, of course you'd still fly."

Frank elaborated, "Mukino Airlines has a group of flight instructors specifically for new recruits or those needing additional training. I think you're incredibly capable, and you could significantly boost the proficiency of our future pilots."

"On your off days, you could teach a bit. What do you think?"

The hunt for a new instructor had been on Frank's agenda, but suitable candidates were scarce.

Watching her engage with the pilots, Frank had seen her potential as an instructor.

Madison paused before responding, "Manager Xiao, I've yet to wrap up my current responsibilities. Can we discuss this later, please?"

Frank appreciated her consideration and didn't press, "Of course! No rush, I just wanted to plant the idea. Go ahead and eat." Turning away, Frank sought out Ethan.

"President Grant?"

Ethan hadn't left; he was still at the company, and Frank had driven over specifically.

"Hmm?" The man didn't look up.

Frank entered cheerily, sitting across from Ethan

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Ethan set his pen down and looked up, "Go ahead."

"For our flight instructors, we need someone with an official qualification, someone who can pass the national aviation assessment."

Frank nodded, "I'm aware."

"Who do you have in mind?"

Frank cleared his throat, "Well, it's... your girlfriend, Captain Madison."

At this, Ethan's brow furrowed, "You want to work her to death?"

"No, no!" Frank quickly defended, "That's not my intention. I've noticed Captain Madison is entirely capable and up to the task. Moreover, if she becomes an instructor, she'd have more opportunities to see you."

Securing the position wasn't for just anyone.

Frank, however, had accurately gauged the situation.

Sure enough, at the mention of increased meetings, Ethan's expression softened considerably.