Chapter 3

The young girl was holding an ice pack to the little boy’s nose. Seeing me, she looked up in panic as the real lead flight attendant stood before me with a serious face.

"She... she was just trying to help..." Angelia stammered, trying to defend me. Her earnestness made me laugh.

I looked at the lead flight attendant. "What, you don't greet Elite VIPs anymore?"

The lead flight attendant playfully punched my shoulder. "Shut up, Scarlett."

We had been friends for years.

To avenge Chloe, the entire crew on this flight was in on my plan.

The lead flight attendant asked about Chloe's recovery. Hearing that her mental health was improving, she sighed in relief.

"Thank God," she said, then turned to Angelia. "This is Ms. Vance, our VIP passenger. She’s actually 'friends' with Mr. Sterling. The uniform is just a prank. Don't worry about it, just focus on the other passengers."

Angelia blinked, clearly not buying that Hunter and I were "friends," but she was smart. She thanked me and pushed her cart into the aisle.

"I can't go back into the first-class cabin like this. Can you prepare three cups for me? One with ice, one with milk, and one with espresso."

With the lead flight attendant’s nod, I pulled out my phone to check Hunter's stream again.

"Where is that sexy flight attendant? The plane is about to take off!"

"Hunter, don't turn off the stream! I’ll send you a Universe gift if you get her on camera again!"

"She is stunning. Make her cry, Hunter, and I'll send a lion!"

Hunter let out a disgusting chuckle. "Don't worry, boys. You know who I am. As long as we have Wi-Fi, I’ll make sure you see her beg."

I slipped my phone into a specially made hidden pocket, picked up the tray prepared by the crew, and walked gracefully back to Hunter.

"Mr. Sterling, here is your milk, ice, and espresso. How would you like me to mix your Flat White?"

Hunter hesitated, then waved his hand dismissively. "Just pour it all together."

What an uncultured idiot.

He didn't even know what a Flat White was, yet he had the nerve to act like an expert to bully girls.

I watched his expression closely. I noticed him raising his hand slightly, waiting to "accidentally" knock the cup over when I handed it to him.

This was his favorite trick. Once the warm liquid spilled on his pants, he would force the flight attendants to wipe it off.

I recalled the tears of all the girls he had humiliated. Without hesitation, I tilted the tray and poured the piping-hot espresso straight onto his face.

"Ahhh!"

Hunter's fat face instantly turned red, and his short, stubby legs thrashed around like a dying frog.

Julian, sitting across the aisle, burst out laughing. "Who knew a pig could squeal so loud!"

"What the hell did you say! You bitch! Get down on your knees and clean this up!" Hunter went wild. Not daring to touch Julian, he lunged at me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and swinging his hand to slap me.

*Slap!*

A stinging pain shot through my cheek.

But I immediately grabbed his fleshy wrist. The hidden muscles in my arms, built from years of kickboxing, tightened under the restrictive uniform.

Digging my nails deep into his skin, I forced out two dramatic tears.

"I'm so sorry, sir! I am so, so sorry! I didn't mean to ruin your clothes!"

"Please take it off, I’ll wash it for you! Please don't complain to my manager!"

Hunter tried to pull his hand back, but he couldn't budge an inch.

Seeing Julian staring at him with a mocking grin, Hunter tried to save face. He shook me off and sneered, "This is an Armani suit, you bitch! I have a client meeting right after we land!"

"You better clean it. If it's ruined, the compensation and damages will cost you at least $30,000!"

I bowed repeatedly. "I will clean it, I promise! Here, this is my Snapchat. I’ll deliver it back to you personally."

Seeing that he got my Snapchat, Hunter finally calmed down. "You're lucky it's me. Any other VIP would have gotten you fired on the spot."

He squeezed past the aisle to the lavatory, but he forgot to turn off his stream.

"See that, boys? These girls will do anything to get a rich man's attention."

"When I get her, I’ll share the goods in our Snapchat group."

The chat flooded with gifts. Creeps were begging to join the private group, urging Hunter to reel in the big fish.

Hunter laughed, posting the group link and promising to get my private photos within a month.

After a few more vulgar comments, he ended the stream to change.

I turned to leave, but I could hear his muffled voice from the lavatory.

"Bitch... let's see you try to resist me now."

Even though I was prepared, hearing those disgusting noises made me run to the galley and dry heave.

Only one voice screamed in my head.

*I am going to destroy him. I will make him beg for mercy on behalf of every girl he ever harassed.*