Billionaire Heir Attacks Flight Attendant, But The Quiet Passenger Reveals A Shocking Truth!
Previously: A spoiled billionaire heir unleashes his fury on a flight attendant, only to be stopped by a mysterious passenger who holds an unexpected, devastating power. The tables turn in a dramatic confrontation.
With a sudden, vicious rotational velocity, Carter whipped his right arm forward. The entire goblet of crimson red wine arced through the air in ultra-slow-motion droplets, a streak of dark liquid against the grey drizzle. It hit me square in the face – my eyes, my nose, my crisp white collar. A wet, heavy slapping sound echoed on the slick cobblestones as deep purple-red stains splattered across my silver flight wings, soaking into the navy wool of my overcoat. The viscous liquid, laced with alcohol, stung my eyes, causing them to shut involuntarily. My chin trembled violently as tears of humiliation welled along my lower eyelids, mixing with the dark wine dripping off my jawline. My breath hitched audibly.
“Here’s your tip for the flight!”Carter barked, his voice a sadistic, triumphant sound. I remained silent, my chest heaving, enduring the degrading blow without flinching. My knuckles were white around the handles of Lily’s backpack. Arthur Sterling, his mouth firmly closed, stepped forward, the shadow of his umbrella beginning to engulf Carter. The cold, volcanic fury tightening his jaw was unmistakable, a silent promise of retribution.
Carter snickered, a harsh, grating sound. He hurled the empty crystal glass onto the wet cobblestones, where it shattered with a sharp, ringing crash. Then, he poked his manicured index finger aggressively into my wine-soaked chest. I opened my reddened, stinging eyes, staring unblinkingly at him. I swallowed hard against the choking lump in my throat, maintaining my rigid, soldier-like composure. He sneered, his voice dripping with arrogant venom, “Get on your knees and apologize, or I’ll have your CEO fire you by sundown!” Tears escaped my eyelashes, glistening as they traced paths through the wine stains on my cheeks. My knuckles whitened further around the backpack handles. Arthur Sterling, his face a mask of controlled rage, strode forward, his imposing presence a stark contrast to Carter’s petty cruelty. The shadow of his umbrella now completely enveloped Carter.
”The shadow of his umbrella now completely enveloped Carter.