Billionaire's Son Humiliates Flight Attendant, But The Founder's Revenge Changes Everything!
Previously: A spoiled socialite's cruel outburst at a luxury airport lounge triggers an unexpected confrontation with the airline's enigmatic founder, leading to a shocking reversal of fortune for the humiliated attendant.
The Uncorking of Wrath
The fragile composure of the VIP lounge shattered with explosive, unprovoked velocity. Victoria Sterling, her manicured wrist a blur, whipped her arm forward. The crystal glass, still half-full of crimson Cabernet, arced through the air before meeting Noah’s face with a sickening, wet slap. The thick liquid erupted outwards, splashing across his cheeks, forehead, and the pristine white of his collared shirt. Red droplets sprayed in airborne arcs, a stark contrast to the muted luxury of the surroundings.
Victoria Sterling: "Drown in it, you worthless nobody!"
Noah recoiled, a sharp intake of breath escaping him, his eyes wide with a shock that seemed to freeze him in place. Cold wine dripped from his nose and chin, tracing rivulets down his uniform. Across the aisle, Marcus Vance’s knuckles whitened on the leather armrest, his jaw locking in a surge of barely suppressed outrage. He watched, his steely gaze hardening with every second that passed.
Victoria Sterling, her face a mask of vicious, teeth-baring contempt, reveled in the chaos she had wrought. Noah, however, despite the humiliation and the drenching, found a flicker of strength. Tears of deep mortification welled in his eyes, his chin quivering microscopically, his breath hitching as the wine bled across his collar, tarnishing the polished brass of his airline wing insignia. Yet, his spine remained straight, a testament to an inner dignity that Victoria’s cruelty could not extinguish.
Noah: "I apologize deeply for the vintage, madam... I will replace your glass immediately."
His voice, though trembling, was heartbreakingly polite. Victoria merely scoffed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, dismissing him with cruel indifference. But her dismissal was cut short. Marcus Vance, his quiet observation now over, swiftly rose to his full six-foot-two frame. The air thickened with anticipation as he began to stride, his heavy, deliberate footfalls echoing on the marble floor, directly towards the confrontation. The game, it seemed, had just escalated beyond anyone’s expectations.
”The game, it seemed, had just escalated beyond anyone’s expectations.