Enchanted By His Charm Chapter 809 809: A Private Jet

There was silence on that side.

Irish muttered, "I also want to eat a sandwich."

Then, her fingers loosened, her phone slipped from her ear, and she slept again.

At the lounge of the Runestone Group, five o'clock in the morning.

Joseph, who had just shaved his beard, stood in front of the mirror, holding his mobile phone in his hand. Later, he bowed his head and stared at the "baby" nickna on the phone. He smiled helplessly.

Putting his phone down, he quickly cleaned the shaving water, wiped his face, put on his shirt, and went out of the lounge to press the landline. "Daisy, imdiately arrange for the driver to pick up at the company."

Daisy was stunned. "Now?"

"Yes, now."

****

At 7:30 in the morning, Daisy rang the doorbell.

Irish was washing, jumping to open the door, and saw Daisy holding breakfast in her hand, exclaiming, "Oh, my God, I love you so much."

Daisy smiled, entered the door, handed her breakfast, and said, "Well."

Irish took a look at it, and it was a sandwich. She dread of eating a sandwich last night. She couldn't help admiring Daisy. Daisy said nothing but suggested carrying her suitcase down first. She waited for her in the car.

Irish agreed.

At eight o'clock, she went downstairs on ti. The car was parked in the underground parking lot.

It was during office hours that underground vehicles went away one by one, only that one, as quiet as a soul.

Daisy waved at her.

Irish took a few steps and got into the car.

Joseph was not in the car, but his sll was still there, with a light wooden fragrance and a good sll of shaving water.

Irish knew that he could not co to pick her up, but sohow, there was a little loss.

The car went all the way to Capital International Airport. At this ti, the airport was a little congested on the highway. Irish looked at the ti and was a little frightened. She kept asking Daisy, could we still have ti?

She was thinking of checking in luggage, changing boarding passes and security checks, and so on.

Irish smiled and told her that she could make it.

With Daisy's guarantee, Irish more or less rest assured that she was on ti to go downstairs, afraid of being caught by Joseph in case of missing the plane.

Finally arriving at the airport, the car did not stop according to the normal departure rules. But from the special entrance, it went directly into the apron, and Irish was surprised, watching the car along the way without no one stopping. Her heart was almost out.

When she was going to ask Daisy what was going on, the car stopped steadily.

Daisy got out of the car and opened the door for her.

Not far from the bus was a plane without any air signs.

"Here. A private jet?" She was stunned.

Daisy smiled and said, "Yes."

Irish took a breath, and it was not easy to apply for a private plane to stop at the airport at Capital International Airport, was it?

"Does it belong to the company or the person?" In fact, what she wanted to ask was whether the plane belonged to Joseph.

Daisy replied, "It's under the na of the Runestone Group."

Oh my!

It turned out the Runestone Group had its own private jet.

I knew he would not take a civil aviation plane every ti he went out of town, and every ti he got to the airport, he was afraid of missing the plane, Irish thought.

When she was annoyed that she had not taken advantage of it before, another car ca over and stopped not far from the plane. Daisy said when she saw the situation, "Let's board the plane."

Irish nodded and looked at the car. After the door opened, Joseph ca down from inside and glanced at Irish. He did not say anything. The cabin door opened, and two staff mbers ca down, one of whom ca forward and sent a small suitcase to Joseph.

Irish looked curious and did not know what was in the box.

But she saw that the staff took out a handcuff and directly put it on Joseph's wrist and the box together. Irish was stunned at first, and quickly understood, presumably in the suitcase there were priceless things.

The cabin with the humanized design was mainly a comfortable recliner and wide sofa made from Iranian carpets, dazzling Hungarian hand-blown utensils, superior calf leather bar, as well as a large lounge, and the room was a widened double, which had a bathroom.

Eight crew were in the cabin, four n and four won, n at about 1.8 ters and won at about 1.7 ters. They were in suits or professional skirts, not as rigid as airport uniforms.

Joseph was on a wide sofa. That day he dressed a little more easily, not as formally as in the company, but he should have been in a leisurely state because of the handcuffs at his wrists.

There was a computer in front of him and a glass of red wine on the side, and the ice in it obscured the clarity of the glass.

Irish was arranged opposite Joseph, and his unsmiling face could be seen as soon as her eyes were raised. She was a little uncomfortable. He had been the one in her dreams these days, and it was very uncomfortable.

With nothing to do, she stared at the box and guessed for a long ti, thinking that there must have been a large diamond.

Joseph quietly looked at her look, sensed her curiosity, and kindly explained, "There is sothing wrong with the design of the new product. We need to work with more professional people."

"It's..." Irish hesitated.

"Design drawings and new main product." Joseph did not hide.

Irish dawned on them.

There was no wonder Joseph attached so much importance, not to ntion how valuable the main product would be, just say that the design of the new product was very crucial. Once it was exposed or obtained by others, it would be a disaster.

Though as a small piece of paper, the value and benefits involved were difficult to estimate.

Her curiosity was satisfied, and soon, the atmosphere was a little depressing.

With no topic, there was only quietness. Oh no, there was a roar of plane taxiing, but it was all the more embarrassing.

Irish then said that she went to the restroom to sleep.

Unexpectedly, Joseph answered lightly. "The private aircraft flew less than two hours, and there was no need to make up for sleep."

Irish rembered that there was no airport and did not know where the plane could stop. But when she heard him say it was less than two hours, she thought that it ant she needed to sit there, staring at him for two hours.

When the plane rushed into the sky, Joseph added, "The ti is enough for you to write the beginning of a plan."

Irish was stunned and quickly reacted. "I don't have a laptop."

"I've told you what you need to do before I leave." Joseph's fingers on his laptop stopped and said in a light voice.