Chapter 660
In the afternoon, Daniel escorted Oliver to the airport.
Oliver’s boarding process was seamless. With a friendly smile, Daniel bid farewell to Oliver as the aircraft took off.
Oliver felt a sense of freedom wash over him, knowing he could now reunite with Mila in a distant land.
After half an hour of flight, the plane began its descent. Oliver surveyed his surroundings, noticing a discrepancy with the typical airport.
“Where are we?” he inquired, a hint of nervousness tainting his voice.
“The airport,” came the pilot’s reply.
Oliver persisted, “Which airport is this?” Yet, the pilot maintained his silence.
Growing increasingly flustered, Oliver pressed further, “How can this be an airport? It’s so small!”
Upon touchdown and the pilot’s unbuckled seatbelt, he uttered, “The prison’s airport.” With that, he swiftly exited the aircraft and headed toward the prison compound.
With a pallid complexion and frantic demeanor, Oliver rushed to the cockpit, but his limited aviation knowledge rendered him helpless.
Eventually, he exited the plane, facing an open expanse surrounded by imposing walls before him.
Before long, the prison gates swung open, revealing the warden and a cadre of heavily armed guards.
“Welcome to the Frontiers Penitentiary, Mr. Hoffis,” greeted the warden.
As realization dawned upon him, Oliver’s countenance drained of color, and his faith shattered. He then realized Daniel’s deception. “I won’t let you off the hook, Daniel Morrison!” he inwardly cursed. Following Daniel’s hospital discharge, videos and online reports swiftly debunked the false rumors of Nathan’s death, which had ignited a frenzy across social media platforms.
The election proceeded as scheduled.
Donald lost and retired early. The new President, younger and more charismatic, garnered widespread adoration from the populace.
Lillian chose not to give birth to the child. In light of Yale’s true identity, she opted against carrying the child. Instead, she relinquished her prior haughtiness and remarried.
Post-election, Norvania intensified
its efforts to foot out national
traitors. The screenings for government positions, military enlistment, and military marriages vigorously,
were implemented here
they must undergo three
generations of political scrutiny.
Two months later, in the research department of the military base, Mila was wearing a pristine white lab coat, her long hair tied up elegantly. Even without makeup on, she
exuded refinement.
Seated at the laboratory bench, she meticulously analyzed new substances and methodically documented their substance division sequence. Several senior scientists stood behind her, attentively examining her analysis results. Her focused demeanor was utterly captivating.
“How did you discover this division series?” queried one of the scientists.
Handing over the instrument, Mila replied, “Take a look at this.”
The scientists explored the findings one by one, their subsequent reactions ranging from amazement to excitement to invigorating enthusiasm.
Research was always a process of gradual accumulation over long periods, inching closer to success. Even a small discovery could consume months or even years of a scientist’s time. During lunch break, everyone left their workstations and headed to the cafeteria.
Mila shed her lab attire and strolled out of the research department. As she reached the door, her footsteps suddenly halted.
After being apart for over two months, Mila’s heart surged with emotion at the sight of Nathan once again.
Though turmoil roiled within her, she
met his affectionate gaze and charming appearance with tender eyes. Despite being outwardly calm, tears glistened in her eyes, and she gently bit her lip into a knowing smile.
wn
Nathan strode toward her, and she walked toward him. As they drew near, Nathan enveloped her in a tight embrace.
With closed eyes, tears of joy trickled down Mila’s cheeks as she nestled against Nathan’s sturdy chest. She savored his warmth, his steady heartbeat, and his reassuring breath. “Chubs, I’m here.”