Billionaire's Son Humiliated Flight Attendant, But He Didn't Expect The Founder's Ruthless Revenge

The Founder's Intervention

The stunned silence in the ballroom was broken only by the faint sound of Ruth’s choked breaths. Arthur Vance, who had been observing the entire degrading display, rose slowly from his seat. His imposing six-foot-two frame exuded an aura of quiet, controlled power. He moved with deliberate grace, stepping between the two women, his presence a sudden, formidable barrier. As he reached Victoria, he buttoned his charcoal jacket, a simple gesture that seemed to command the attention of the entire room. The ambient chatter ceased entirely; the ballroom held its breath.

“Apologize to that young woman, Miss Sterling, before you permanently destroy your life,” Arthur’s voice was a deep, chilling baritone, cutting through the thick tension.

Victoria, however, was far from chastened. Her eyes flashed with unbridled rage. She scoffed, a sound of indignant disbelief, and crossed her arms, her manicured fingers digging into her silken sleeves. Her defiance was palpable, fueled by a lifetime of getting her way. She thrust her chin forward aggressively, jabbing a diamond-ringed index finger towards Arthur’s chest. Veins tightened in her throat as her voice rose to a shrill, almost hysterical pitch.

“Do you know who my father is? He practically owns this airline, and I'll have you thrown into the gutter!”

Arthur’s expression remained unreadable, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly. He met her furious tirade with an unnerving, lethal composure. The insult, the threat – they seemed to roll off him like water off a duck’s back. He calmly reached inside his jacket and drew out a solid platinum card, embossed with the distinctive Vanguard Air founder’s insignia. With a soft, metallic clatter, he dropped it onto the marble tabletop between them. Then, he stepped closer, invading Victoria’s personal space, his piercing steel-blue eyes locking onto hers.