Chapter 1603: 393: Is it really Mr. Terrence?_5 Chapter 1603: 393: Is it really Mr. Terrence?_5 VIP lounge.

Eleanor Armstrong always visits the VIP lounge to rest every time she visits the airport, but the lounge this time seemed indeed different from before.

Even Harlan Lentz noticed the difference.

He turned his head towards George and asked, “When can we board the plane?”

Jack replied, “The captain is communicating with the control tower, please wait a moment.”

Communicating?

He was certainly making up excuses!

Perhaps the next second, he would tell him that the control tower had denied flight permission.

Harlan Lentz did not expose him, smiling, “No problem, no problem, we’re not in a hurry, we can wait.”

George then said, “Mr. Lentz, Mrs. Lentz, I will go out for a moment.”

“Go ahead,” Harlan Lentz nodded.

It seemed that George was definitely going to report to Terrence Lentz.

Three minutes.

He would wait no more than three more minutes, and George would definitely come back.

Harlan Lentz checked the time on his wristwatch and silently started timing.

Soon, three minutes passed.

Click.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

The person entering was indeed George.

Without thinking, it was clear that George was here to announce bad news.

Just then, George continued, “Mr. Lentz, Mrs. Lentz, the captain and crew are ready now, we can board the plane.”

Upon hearing this, Harlan Lentz was very surprised.

Boarding!

He had not heard wrong?

Eleanor Armstrong was also very surprised and asked uncertainly, “We can board now?”

George nodded and made a ‘please’ gesture, “Mr. Lentz, Mrs. Lentz, this way please.”

Harlan Lentz and Eleanor Armstrong exchanged a look, their eyes full of surprise.

Harlan Lentz immediately took out his cell phone, “Wait a minute, wait a minute!”

He needed to make a call to check with Terrence Lentz.

A private jet?

A global tour?

How could this not sound like a dream?

“I’m going to make a call!”

Harlan Lentz went to the restroom and dialed Terrence Lentz’s number.

Soon, someone on the other end answered, “Hello, Dad.”

Harlan Lentz couldn’t wait and said, “Third son, what’s going on? Where did you get a private jet?”

The voice of Terrence Lentz was calm, “Dad, I told you I’m just being Terrence.”

“You kid, why are you still bragging now?” Harlan Lentz continued, “You… you didn’t steal Viola’s family jet, did you?”

As far as he knew, the Thompson Clan did have a private jet.

At this thought, Harlan Lentz was very anxious, “You kid, how could you do such a thing? Go and clarify with Viola, apologize to her!”

Hearing this, Terrence Lentz chuckled.

Stealing a jet?

That was something probably only his dad could come up with.

Harlan Lentz narrowed his eyes, “Third son, what are you laughing at?”

Having spoken the truth and yet not being believed by Harlan Lentz, Terrence Lentz did not explain further, simply saying, “Dad, the plane is ours. Don’t ask too much, just go out and have a good time with mom.”

After that, Terrence Lentz hung up the call.

From the moment Harlan Lentz and Eleanor Armstrong stepped onto the private jet, they were completely stunned.

Harlan Lentz even pinched himself hard.

It hurt!

He was not dreaming.

But if he was not dreaming, how else could all this be explained?

George also boarded with them, slightly bending over, respectfully said, “Mr. Lentz, Mrs. Lentz, our first stop is Antarctica, the estimated flight time is fifteen hours. Please rest well.”

He then asked, “By the way, what would you like for lunch? We have Boston lobster, sirloin steak, and various seafood. Here are the menu and the drinks list, please have a look.”

Though Eleanor Armstrong had taken first class many times, this was her first experience of such star-level service.

George continued, “By the way, there is also TV and WIFI here, if you need anything else, just let me know.”

Eleanor Armstrong swallowed nervously, then said, “Can you step out for a bit, and I’ll call you when needed.”

“Of course,” George nodded and left with the cabin crew.

Soon, the vast space was left with only Harlan Lentz and Eleanor Armstrong.

They stared at each other, seeing the confusion in each other’s eyes.

Eleanor Armstrong licked her lips, incredulously saying, “Lentz, do you think our Terrence could really be Mr. Terrence?”

Although it sounded indeed incredible, facts spoke louder than words!