Arrogant Heiress Dumps Wine on Flight Attendant, Billionaire Founder Steps In

Jack gripped the chrome railing of the incubator, his knuckles white. Tears welled, tracing paths through the wine stains on his cheeks. His chest heaved with an agony that was raw and paternal. “That is my premature daughter fighting for every breath,” he finally whispered, his voice a cracked, broken plea.

Victoria merely rolled her eyes, crossing her arms with callous contempt.

She stepped closer, her manicured index finger stabbing toward Jack’s bowed head, the blue monitor light flickering across her mocking face. A deafening clap of thunder rattled the window panes, shaking the very room. “I pay millions for my airline status, so you serve me or you starve!” she declared with blistering arrogance. Jack swallowed hard against a suffocating lump in his throat, tears spilling onto his stained navy lapel. Beside them, Marcus Vance remained motionless, but his jaw clenched, a silent storm of simmering outrage building within him.

The quiet passenger, the one in the unassuming charcoal knit wool sweater, began to rise.

Marcus Vance, the secret billionaire founder of Vance Global Airlines, unfolded himself from the vinyl armchair. He rose to his full, commanding height, stepping into the cyan glow between Victoria and the incubator. His chiseled face hardened into terrifying authority, lightning silvering his cropped hair. “Jack will never serve you again, Miss Sterling,” his voice boomed, deep and thunderous, cutting through the storm’s fury. “And your family’s elite status is canceled right now.” Victoria’s mocking smirk froze, color draining from her cheeks as she stared, stunned. Jack looked up, tears of disbelief streaming down his face.