Madness
Chapter 58's

A few hours later, Stacey returned to the cabin and offered her guests food. And just as he had expected, the four men simply shook their heads and went back into silence.

The woman was about to turn around and return to the cockpit when Marcus' hoarse and heavy voice came. The man spoke a strange language and did not understand it at all.

Stacey opened her eyes when she saw that the four men were responding to Marcus in a relaxed manner in the same language.

As an experienced flight attendant, Stacey speaks several languages. And although not fluent, he is still quite able to understand the requests of his guests if they use a certain language.

But this time, the woman could only dumbfoundedly listen to the conversations of the men she did not understand a single word at all.

Suddenly Marcus' head turned to his still silent self at the cockpit door.

"Stacey. Can you get the bedroom in front? One of us will sleep there for a few hours."

Stacey's brain took a few seconds to understand the question.

"Stacey? You hear me?"

Marcus's tone of voice was sharp and heard reprimanding, finally making Stacey wake up and stammer a little.

"Oh. Ba-well, sir. I'll have the room ready soon."

In a hurry, he immediately went to the front room and his ears could still hear the four men speaking in foreign languages.

A few minutes later, the blond-haired man seemed to be pushing the wheelchair of the old man in front of him. The old man's face looked tired and sick.

Stacey could see that the three younger men seemed worried about the old man. And he watched as the blond man slowly laid the older man very carefully on the bed.

There was the voice of the man speaking in a strange language, before Stacey finally heard Nate's deep and subtle voice again.

"Please prepare water. With straws."

"Ba-good."

The flight attendant observed that Nate did not turn to her when she spoke. The man's gaze was directed straight at the two people who were in bed.

He also realized that the man had never looked at himself, and turned his head to the side. It was very different when Stacey saw him being with the woman who was at the airport. The man looks bern*fsu at the woman.

"Other than you wait?"

Marcus's rebuke made Stacey's body jump in shock.

"Ma-sorry. I'll get ready soon."

Biriting, Stacey headed straight for the pantry to prepare her guest order.

"It's better he doesn't come with us anymore, Marc. Replace with men."

"Good Sir. I thought her sexual orientation was fixed, but I was wrong. I'm sorry, Sir."

"You don't blame Marcus, Nathanael. It's because of your voice, if you want to know."

"A sound? Whatchu mean?"

Felix seemed to inject something into Johan's arm that made the old man become a little calm.

"What did you inject into him?" Marcus' eyebrows cringed in.

"A little sedative, so the Master can sleep. We're still about 13 hours away."

Slowly, Felix got up from his seat and smiled at Nate.

"Usually women will be lulled into the voice of a man like yourself. So from now on, you better be careful when talking to Nathanael. Especially with the ladies."

Nate's fingers began to press his painful temple. He only realized that the time of 'eat' was approaching, making him start to feel tired quickly lately. The man slightly leaned his body against the wall of the room.

Nate's head shook his head and patted his assistant's shoulder slowly.

"I'm okay, Marc. Don't worry so much. I'll 'eat' according to my schedule as usual."

The man turned his eyes to Felix who was staring at him intensely.

"I don't understand what you're saying, Felix. This did not apply to Lin. And I don't care at all about the reactions of other women."

Nate's words made Felix chuckle.

"Of course, Nathanael. If you forget, Miss Alina is not like us. He is neither human, nor is the V of blood. Your wife is a pure descendant, directly from the Master himself."

Felix's words made Nate blink his eyes. One of his hands was still on his temple which currently felt very painful all of a sudden.

"Frankly, we'll never know your wife's ability Nate. There will be things the Vs might not be able to do, that he might be able to do. And vice versa. He was the first mixed descendant in the world, Nathanael."

The knock on the room door made the conversation cut off and the three men fell silent. Stacey looks awkward in front of the door.

"I brought you a glass of water, and also a straw."

Embarrassed, the woman glanced at Nate who was leaning against the wall. The man's pose, which was holding his forehead, made Stacey itch to take a picture.

With a bit of roughness, Marcus took over the tray that Stacey was holding.

"Better, you'll be right back in the cockpit. Don't come out if you don't need to, or I'll ask. Youunderstand?"

Marcus' instructions clearly imply that his career as a flight attendant on this private plane is over. Stacey was truly doomed to her current stupidity.

"Good Sir. I-i understand. Excuse me." The flight attendant's voice sounded weak.

After confirming that the woman had returned to the cockpit, Marcus closed the bedroom door quietly.

"Better, the three of us just wait in this bedroom. This room is quite spacious and comfortable for us to rest."

Felix finally gave me a suggestion. He was also quite uncomfortable with the situation.

Nodding slowly, Nate walked slowly towards one of the sofas there and slammed her body. In an instant, the man seemed to have fallen asleep in a sitting position.

This incident made Felix and Marcus look at each other. They were quite strange to see Nate who had easily fallen asleep on the way, making the two feel envious.

"Are you jealous, Marcus? Maybe you should get married too."

"Yes. For this one, I envy her. But for the others, I don't know."

Felix chuckled softly, and he sat down at Johan's bedside.

"You better rest too. Our journey is still very long."

"If only I could."

Marcus seemed to sit next to his boss and took out his laptop. Not long after, the cold man seemed to focus on staring at the screen in front of him.

Felix turned his gaze to the old man who was sleeping quietly before him. Although Johan is not the Master, it is this man who has taught him much about life and wisdom.

The figure of Alexander Johan left an impression for many of the V during his life, both for those who are still alive or who have been eroded by his age.

Holding Johan's old arm, Felix squeezed it gently.

At the very least, he felt that he was already very lucky to be able to serve the old man at the end of his life. At the very least, he could also escort the good old man to his final resting place later.

And there, Felix was determined to finish his business with someone.