Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day

Unaware of the unfolding events, Amelia was still enveloped in a faint cloud of melancholy.

By the time she returned to the company with her belongings, the selection trials had already commenced.

At the site of the trials, this round of competition didn't pick up where the last team event left off; instead, they were starting fresh with new participants.

Madison had anticipated this scenario. She stood in the biting wind, orchestrating the lineup of competitors.

In the distance, at the Air China camp, Zheng Congyu suddenly remarked, "I just remembered, wasn't Madison previously with our Air China?"

His deputy nodded in confirmation, "Yes, she was with us."

As Zheng Congyu prepared his team for the event, he thumbed through the participant list, his brow furrowed, "Was she under my command back then?" "The old captain she worked under has retired," his deputy informed.

"Was she a second officer?" Zheng inquired.

"I believe so," the deputy couldn't quite recall.

Zheng sighed, "How did we let her leave?"

"She resigned of her own accord, said something about getting married?"

The deputy had inquired casually before, but the finer details were now lost, buried in the years that had passed since then.

This memory filled Zheng with a tinge of annoyance and regret.

Had he known the future, he would have retained her!

If Madison were still with Air China today, would there even be a competition?

Mukino Airlines wouldn't stand a chance.

How the tables have turned. A former second officer of Air China has now become the team leader of a rival major airline, dazzling on the international stage. Such a transformation would leave anyone agape with astonishment.

The deputy, sensing an opportunity, quickly instructed a secretary to retrieve Madison's past records from Air China and bring them forthwith.

Zheng flipped through the documents handed to him. The girl in the photo appeared youthful and naive but possessed a gaze brimming with resolve.

Other pilots crowded around for a glimpse.

"Was she that young back then? Only 21?"

Now every pilot in Air China knew who Madison was-she was their formidable adversary.

All the pilots present had studied Madison in private. The once unknown second officer now stood on equal ground with their own team leaders.

At that moment, several team leaders were gathered by the Air China camp, receiving instructions on competition details from the aviation authority's representative. After the briefing, everyone lingered.

The Air China pilots, gazing at Madison in her uniform jacket, felt a mix of emotions stir within them, especially those who remembered her from her days at Air China.

Madison had been a woman of few words, focused solely on her flights and distant from social interactions.

She worked quietly, diligently, always obliging when asked by her seniors to assist with various tasks.

Now, the tables had turned.

They had to look up to her.

"General Zheng," Madison called out courteously.

It was at this moment that Zheng realized the girl who was once a second officer under his company had risen to leadership. He mused, "Times flies; it's only been a few years, and now you're a team leader." Madison hadn't expected Zheng to remember her. She modestly replied with a smile, "I owe a lot to the guidance from my former colleagues at Air China."

Zheng chuckled, "Captain Madison is too modest. It's your own excellence. Without it, no amount of teaching could shape you into the formidable leader you are today."

Standing before Zheng, Madison naturally maintained a modest demeanor due to their difference in seniority.

But her presence was in no way less commanding than his.

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Madison eyed the Air China pilots; she remembered each face and knew their skill levels well, allowing her to allocate her team members accurately for the competition.

With a strategy in mind, Madison bid farewell to Zheng, and each leader returned to their respective camps.

"Captain Madison, what's the situation?" Henry, who was lined up first, inquired eagerly.

He was ready to take the field, so he remained standing.

Madison hesitated, "It's as expected."

The media presence at this restart of the selection trials far exceeded the last time, meaning a loss would be more embarrassing, but a win would reap double the rewards.

The pressure silently crept into Madison's heart.

"Pilots for the first event, please proceed to the field for inspection," the aviation authority's official announced.

Henry and Brian, leading the charge, escorted the other pilots to prepare to take the field.

Madison advised, "Stay calm. Don't fret over what Air China is doing. Data will be recorded; just ensure you don't make any mistakes." "Understood!" they all nodded in unison.

Once they arrived at the competition area, they quieted down.

Henry led them, nodding amiably at the Air China pilots as a greeting. Yet as he turned away, his expression hardened.

"Henry, pay extra attention to their team leader. He's very strong. If necessary, I'll take him on in a head-to-head match-up," Brian whispered. "Got it," Henry affirmed.

Each airline had fielded five pilots. After the collective inspection, they noticed an uneven number of planes on the field.

"What's going on here?"

Some less experienced pilots were baffled by the setup.

Madison, peering through her sunglasses, scrutinized the planes and matched them to the number of pilots.

"Paired in twos," she murmured.

"Paired in twos?" Charlie frowned. "Isn't this... a coordination competition?"

Madison's eyes fixed on the officials bringing out a box and confirmed, "Exactly."

It was a paired competition, with one directing and the other flying.

Madison was frustrated with herself for not anticipating this. Thankfully, they had practiced such scenarios during training.

But the best partner for Brian was her.

Not just Madison-Zheng from Air China also slapped his thigh, "We're done for."

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participation.

Madison silently strategized.

How would they pair up on the field?

Would Brian be able to manage?

Worrying now was futile; the pilots were already in position, and the outcome was now left to fate.

Madison assessed the remaining pilots; fortunately, there were a few pairings that worked well together.

And what about her?

Charlie, sensing her hesitation, offered, "We'll team up. I'll coordinate with you."

At this point, there were no other choices.

"Let's see what we'll be competing in first."