Chapter 75 Touch Down Anavrin

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• Within minutes, a pilot that appeared to be in his middle forties arrived at the hanger. His blond hair was damp, while rivulets of water clung onto his brown leather jacket. “Hello, Miss… “ He said with a gentle smile, extending his right hand for a handshake.
• Sheila deliberately stretched out her hand. “Sabrina, Sabrina David.” She responded firmly, still trying to keep her journey as discreet as possible, especially in a city she's never been in.