Arrogant Billionaire Heir Threw Wine on Flight Attendant, Little Did She Know He Was the Owner
Previously: A spoiled heiress, Victoria, dumped wine on a humble flight attendant, Noah. But the quiet passenger at the next table, Arthur, revealed a shocking secret that turned her world upside down.
The Unveiling
Arthur Vance rose from his seat, his six-foot-two frame suddenly dominating the space. His presence, understated moments before, now cast a long, imposing shadow across the marble floor. He twisted my wrist downward with calm, almost mechanical precision, pinning my hand firmly against the banquette table. The diamonds on my bracelet glinted under the chandelier light, mocking my defiance. The guests around us watched, a silent, captivated audience to this unfolding spectacle.
"Raise your hand against my flight crew again, and you will never set foot on an aircraft on this planet."
His voice was a low, icy command, devoid of emotion but heavy with lethal authority. My sneer faltered, replaced by a widening of the eyes. Paralyzed shock, then a dawning terror, washed over me. My breath hitched, trapped by the unyielding grip. Noah, across the aisle, stared with stunned awe, his earlier humiliation momentarily forgotten in the face of this unexpected intervention.
Arthur released my wrist abruptly. I stumbled back, catching myself against a gilded chair, rubbing the red mark forming on my skin. Recovering, I forced a hysterical, mocking snarl. Pointing a shaking, scarlet-nailed finger at his plain cashmere sweater, I decided to remind him of my status, my father’s immense influence.
"Do you know who my father is, old man? We own the largest private fleet in the country—you are a nobody!"
I shrieked, my voice shrill with contempt, hoping to rally the onlookers to my side, to expose this interloper for the fraud he clearly was. Arthur Vance remained impassive. A chilling, razor-thin smirk ghosted his lips. He calmly rolled back his left cashmere cuff. Beneath it, a bespoke platinum timepiece gleamed, engraved with the sovereign crest of Vance Global Aviation. The ballroom collectively gasped. The air thickened with a sudden, crushing realization. The humble man I had so carelessly insulted, the one who dared to defend the flight attendant, was no nobody. He was, in fact, the very titan whose name commanded respect, and fear, across the skies.
”He was, in fact, the very titan whose name commanded respect, and fear, across the skies.