Chapter 899:
Her employees eagerly raised their glasses, their faces glowing with excitement.
“We’ll be visiting the wildlife sanctuary in style, on your private jet!” one of them cheered.
Melany, after taking only a few sips of champagne, suddenly paled and hurried toward the restroom, one hand pressed against her mouth. The faint sound of retching could be heard over the soft hum of the engines.
Rylie noticed her absence and frowned slightly. When Melany returned, looking flushed and uneasy, she asked with concern, “Are you feeling unwell?”
Melany pressed a hand to her stomach and offered a weak smile.
“I always get a bit airsick. I’ll be fine soon.”
Rylie reached into her bag and handed her a small piece of candy.
“It’s made with Snow Mint. It should help settle your stomach.”
Melany accepted it but hesitated, staring at the wrapper for a moment before quietly asking, “Would this be harmful to a pregnant woman?”
Rylie blinked, momentarily caught off guard.
“Are you pregnant?” she asked, her tone sharp with surprise.
Melany’s eyes widened as she hurried to deny it.
“No, no! It’s not for me. A friend of my mom’s is pregnant with her second child and has terrible morning sickness. I just thought this might help.”
Rylie studied her closely, sensing a flicker of unease beneath Melany’s calm expression, but chose not to press further.
“It’s not recommended for pregnant women,” she said after a pause. “Too much of it could cause complications, even miscarriage.”
Melany froze mid-bite, forcing a faint laugh to mask her discomfort.
“Oh, I see.”
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Taking advantage of the moment when Rylie wasn’t looking, Melany quietly removed the candy from her mouth and discreetly spat it out.
Their plane landed smoothly at the private airport in South Verdania, just as another aircraft touched down not far behind. From the second plane, Kailee emerged holding a fluffy cat, her expression calm as she headed straight toward a pristine white extended Bentley waiting nearby.
The luxurious vehicle rolled past Rylie and her team, immediately drawing murmurs of awe. “That car is massive, like a party on wheels,” one of them whispered in amazement. Rylie’s eyes lingered briefly on the Bentley. Through its tinted windows, she could make out the faint outlines of men and women inside, their glasses raised as they laughed and danced, the interior glowing like a moving celebration.
Her gaze dropped to the license plate for a moment before she looked away, guiding her team toward the bus that would take them to the resort.
Just as they were about to board, Melany suddenly hunched over, retching violently.
Alyssa rushed to her side, gently rubbing her back. “You’re still airsick? You really don’t look well.”
Melany’s nerves tightened, though she managed to conceal her panic. Taking the water someone handed her, she rinsed her mouth and murmured hoarsely, “It must’ve been the long flight. I’ll be fine soon.”
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