Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 514: You’re in a Mess

Finnian Lawrence’s plane landed at 9:50. The sky was filled with dark clouds, with a faint sign of a heavy storm. The teorological bureau had already issued a yellow alert.

His phone switched from flight mode to 5G network with a "ding," signaling an ergency alert. The text ssage roughly ant: Due to typhoon impact, a storm is coming, please avoid going out as much as possible.

The assistant following behind Finnian Lawrence also received the ssage at the sa ti and said smugly, "Good thing we chose today’s flight back; otherwise, we’d be trapped."

Finnian Lawrence walked out of the jet bridge and let go of his exhaustion.

The air in the airplane was stagnant, giving him an inexplicable suffocating feeling that made his mood not very pleasant.

"Finnian Lawrence!"

A female voice exploded in his ear, lodious but breathless, making the sound’s owner seem very anxious.

Finnian Lawrence’s mood, already unpleasant, worsened further.

He didn’t even see clearly how Lily Sloan got through the crowd to face him.

The assistant accompanying him was startled. Unlike his calm boss, his heart jumped to his throat imdiately.

"Who are you?"

One of the assistant’s duties: ensuring the boss’s personal safety.

He tried to shield Finnian Lawrence, looking for a chance to control this hysterical woman.

"I’m Manager Sloan from VK, sorry to intercept you here." Lily Sloan even used a respectful term.

Both Finnian Lawrence and the assistant were taken aback, unable to imagine this woman being Lily Sloan. It seed that, aside from her figure, there were no other resemblances.

In his impression, she was a very sophisticated girl, with every strand of hair scented.

However, the person in front of him was wearing clothes full of creases, her collar askew like it hadn’t been washed for a week, with bread crumbs at the corner of her mouth, and her hair was equally ssy, covering half of her face; the other half was shielded by a black glasses fra.

Summarizing: as disheveled as can be.

A few seconds later, Finnian Lawrence retracted his dilated pupils, quickly settled down, and asked, "Manager Sloan, did you encounter a problem?"

The layovers and delays on the way had caused his voice to beco extrely hoarse, unlike before.

"Yes, yes! I encountered a little problem!" Lily Sloan didn’t understand his aning, just focused on needing a signed plan.

"My bag!" she exclaid, realizing her backpack was missing and unsure where it might have been left.

She had squeezed on the subway for an hour and waited at the airport for two hours, only to face such a result. In an instant, grievance and annoyance surged in her heart.

Tears the size of beans rolled down her eyes, she tried to weave her words incoherently: "The bag is gone... the things inside, need to, for you... *hic*."

A hiccup made Finnian Lawrence unable to distinguish her last syllable.

Lily Sloan had a bad habit of eating uncontrollably, which over ti had led to stomach issues, causing her to hiccup uncontrollably when emotionally agitated.

The current situation was exactly like that.

"Let’s report it to the police first." Finnian Lawrence said.

"Don’t call the police, it should be on so chair, inside there’s still..." Before she finished speaking, she hiccupped again.

"Manager Sloan, take your ti to speak."

anwhile.

Nora Northwood sat idly in the front passenger seat, scrolling through her social dia circle and happened to see Lily Sloan’s recent post, contemplating calling her.