Billionaire Heir Doused Flight Attendant With Wine, Then The Airline Founder Showed Up

The Founder's Fury

As Brock raised his now-empty crystal tumbler, intending to slam it down on Martha's precious logbook, Arthur Vance moved. In a blur of motion, he lunged across the crimson carpet, his weathered right hand intercepting Brock’s wrist with bone-crushing force. The disarm was swift, brutal, freezing Brock’s arm mid-strike. The heavy tumbler slipped from Brock’s stunned fingers, hitting the polished parquet floor with a sharp, crystalline crash that echoed through the suddenly silent courtroom. "Take your filthy hands off my chief flight attendant," Vance’s voice boomed, low and resonant, laced with an icy command that chilled everyone present. Brock’s cocky smirk vanished instantly, replaced by eyes wide with paralyzed disbelief and the throbbing pain in his wrist. Veins bulged on his neck as he tried desperately to yank his arm free, sweat beading on his forehead, his face flushing with spoiled indignation. But Vance held him effortlessly motionless, his towering presence exuding a terrifying calm. "Do you have any idea who I am? My father will buy this entire airline just to fire you both!" Brock stammered, his voice shrill with panic and arrogance. Vance merely looked down at him, his expression one of deadpan disdain, his eyebrows rising in cold mockery. Martha, clutching her chest, let out a small, relieved gasp, the tears on her wine-stained face now a mixture of humiliation and dawning hope.

The courtroom spectators, initially stunned into silence, began to stir, murmuring amongst themselves. They had witnessed a display of raw entitlement and unchecked power, followed by an equally potent, unexpected intervention. Brock, still struggling feebly against Vance’s unyielding grip, felt a tremor of genuine fear replace his arrogance. This wasn't just some disgruntled passenger or a disgruntled employee; this was Arthur Vance, the man whose name was synonymous with aviation, the architect of the very company Brock’s family now merely profited from. The power dynamic had shifted seismically in mere seconds, leaving Brock exposed and vulnerable in a way he had never experienced. The weight of Vance's gaze felt heavier than any legal reprimand, promising a reckoning far beyond the confines of the courtroom.