Heir Calls Flight Attendant A Servant, Then Billionaire Father Intervenes!

The Unveiling

The air in the veterinary trauma bay was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic, a sharp contrast to the expensive perfume Victoria Sterling wore. Overhead surgical lights buzzed, casting harsh, geometric shadows across the gleaming stainless steel tables. Outside, rain lashed against the reinforced windows, a relentless storm mirroring the tempest brewing within the room. Victoria, a vision in an ivory silk blazer, clutched an empty crystal goblet, her platinum blonde hair framing a face contorted with rage. Across from her stood Marcus, a flight attendant in a perfectly pressed navy uniform, his posture rigid, his square jaw set. Seated quietly nearby was Arthur Vance, a man whose weathered face and silver hair hinted at a lifetime of experience, his granite-grey eyes observing everything.

With a sudden, violent movement, Victoria flung the contents of her goblet—a vintage cabernet—directly into Marcus’s face. The dark red liquid splashed across his collar, soaking his white shirt, the droplets running down his temples like crimson tears. “You’re a disposable sky servant, Marcus,” Victoria seethed, her teeth bared, “and this ruined vintage costs more than your entire life!” Marcus remained silent, his mouth shut tight, humiliation welling in his eyes as he swallowed hard. Arthur Vance’s brow furrowed, his gaze sharpening.

Victoria advanced, jabbing a diamond-ringed finger at Marcus’s wine-soaked lapel. “Get on your knees and apologize,” she hissed, her voice laced with manic condescension, “or I’ll buy your bankrupt airline and terminate your career tonight!” Marcus met her gaze, his jaw twitching, a silent testament to his controlled fury. Arthur Vance, his presence growing more imposing, slowly rose from his seat, radiating a lethal calm.