She shot onto her feet and shrilled, “Arielle, what’s the meaning of this? Can’t you suck it up this once instead of vying against me for the first-class seat? Need I remind you the reason we’re on this flight? It’s because we’re going to my awards ceremony! Mine!”
Arielle spat coldly, “Relax. I’m not here for your precious first-class seat.”
Shandie knitted her brows before interrogating loudly, “Then why are you here?”
Right then, Henrick had overheard the commotion and joined in with a thunderous voice. “What do you think you’re doing, Arielle? And here I thought you were a sweet and obedient girl. Was that all just a façade?”
Arielle was about to respond, but the man beat her to it. He interjected with a sharp gaze, “I’m afraid you’re all mistaken. Ms. Moore is not here for the first-class cabin. Rather, I’m escorting her to that private jet, the one next to this aircraft.”
RESTRICTED CONTENT
Sorry, this chapter is locked. Only readers with active membership account can access this page.
Visit https://virtual-novel.net/donate/ to have active membership account.
Alternative site is available for free readers (no regular updates for some titles)
OR LOGIN: