To take over the family aviation company. Grandpa made me rotate into the flight attendant position for a week. On my first day of work, I encountered a man waving a super VIP card and throwing his weight around with the flight attendants. "Do you know what a super VIP card means? It could buy all your lives!" "Such a shallow bow—do you have a lumbar strain or are you looking down on me? Ninety degrees! Hold it for 100 minutes!" "What kind of pig slop is this economy class food? Let me treat you all to some premium additions!" I was about to intervene when a flight attendant beside me stopped me. "He's the older brother of our general manager's little assistant. In our airline..." The flight attendant mysteriously pointed upward. "Offending General Manager Carter still leaves you a way out, but offending his little assistant... you'll die a miserable death." I was dumbfounded, almost wanting to laugh. I picked up the satellite phone and called Grandpa. "Grandpa, notify the captain to land at the nearest airport. When we land, I want to see my divorce papers from Carter."
Today was the first day of my secret rotation. I stood at the aircraft door, maintaining a standard smile to welcome passengers boarding. Most passengers nodded at us kindly. Until a man wearing a pink tweed Chanel suit appeared at the jetway entrance. He was holding a shiny VIP card, his critical gaze sweeping me from head to toe. "New here? No wonder you have no manners!" "Do you know what a super VIP card means? It could buy all your lives!" "Such a shallow bow—do you have a lumbar strain or are you looking down on me? Ninety degrees! Hold it for 100 minutes!" Following standard procedure, I bowed slightly and showed a professional smile: "Sir, good morning, welcome aboard." Just that one word "sir" stirred up a hornet's nest. He stopped abruptly, his voice affected and theatrical: "How should I put this? In this flight attendant business, just selling smiles won't cut it—you need more discernment!" He pointed at his entire outfit, "Look at me from head to toe, which part looks like a 'sir'? Call me Miss Jason!!" Rachel, a senior flight attendant welcoming passengers beside me, turned pale and quickly tugged at me, stepping forward with a ninety-degree bow: "I'm so sorry! Hello, Miss Jason! She's new and doesn't know the rules. Please don't take offense!" The man snorted coldly through his nose, rolled his eyes at us, and walked into the cabin. Rachel quickly whispered in my ear: "This person is Jason Brown, a super VIP member of our airline. We must serve him well, otherwise if he complains, our entire crew will be in big trouble." I was stunned. Our airline had only issued 3 super VIP cards total. Two went to Grandpa's old friends, and the other one... I had clearly given it to my husband—the airline's current general manager Carter, for him to use for the most important business receptions. But why would Carter give the super VIP card representing the airline's highest courtesy and absolute trust to this flamboyant Jason? I suppressed the shock and churning emotions in my heart. Right now, ensuring the flight operated smoothly and taking care of all passengers was my primary duty. This was also a good opportunity to see how, under Carter's brilliant leadership, this VIP with his platinum card threw his weight around. And what exactly the frontline staff were enduring. Right after takeoff, Jason immediately pressed the call button. I walked over. He crossed his legs, not even lifting his eyelids: "Get me a glass of warm water, 45 degrees, not one degree more or less. I need to take my medicine now." I immediately went to prepare it, but because I needed to mix cold water to adjust the temperature, it took an extra minute. Just that one minute made him explode. When I hurried over with the water, he slammed the table: "What kind of service attitude does your airline have? Look at the time! It's been a full minute past when I should take my medicine! I'm taking birth control pills. Do you know what happens if I miss the time?" "If I get pregnant, can you take responsibility?" All eyes in first class instantly focused on him. Although Jason wore heavy makeup and a dress, his prominent Adam's apple and angular facial features made it obvious to everyone that he was a man. I struggled to maintain my expression: "Miss Jason, I'm very sorry, but adjusting the water temperature does take time." He snatched the cup from my hand and ruthlessly splashed the water directly on my chest. "With your stupid pig brain, I really don't know how you serviced your way into this position? I bet you've provided plenty of special services to the captain, haven't you?" "Disgusting creature! Just wait for my complaint!"
My clenched fist dug nails almost into my palm, rage surging to the top of my head. Just as I was about to lose control, Rachel rushed forward and blocked me. "I'm sorry! Miss Jason! She really is new. I apologize on her behalf! Please don't get angry—it's not worth damaging your precious health!" While speaking, she secretly gripped my wrist, pleading in a voice only we could hear: "Hold it in! Don't be impulsive! Think about his complaint—our entire crew will have bonuses deducted or even be grounded! It's not worth it for this scum! Leave it to me!" Seeing Rachel's submissive manner, Jason finally seemed to enjoy the pleasure of being above others, leisurely pulling out a tissue to wipe his hands. "Hmph, at least you veteran employees know some manners." He said in a condescending tone, "Fine, I'll accompany you to the galley!" The galley? Aircraft catering had strict safety and hygiene regulations. How could we let him enter casually? "Miss Jason, passengers cannot enter the catering area at will. That's the regulation..." I tried to dissuade him. Before I finished speaking, Rachel tugged at me again. "Don't you understand yet? His sister is Eve, our general manager's favorite little assistant." "In our airline, offending General Manager Carter still leaves you a way out, but offending his little assistant Eve, you'll die a miserable death." "Carter listens to her every word! Everyone in the company is saying... saying she'll be the new Mrs. General Manager sooner or later! Whether we stay or go is just a matter of one word from her! You're still in your probation period—don't be stubborn!" The new Mrs. General Manager? My husband Carter's... new wife? Seeing me pause, Jason thought I was scared and immediately sneered sarcastically: "Oh~ scared as soon as you hear Carter's name?" "Let me tell you, someone like Carter isn't someone bottom-feeders like you can provoke! One word from him decides your life or death, understand?" In the few seconds I was stunned, Jason had already barged into the galley. "Tsk tsk, what kind of pig slop is this economy class food?" He disdainfully picked up a piece of vegetable with his fingertips, looked at it, then flung it away. Then he pulled out an exquisite metal canister from his bag, tapping the canister with his nails: "Looking at how poor they are, they've probably never seen anything good—forget it, I'm in a good mood today. I'll treat them to some premium black truffle powder, let them broaden their horizons!" Saying this, he unscrewed the canister and was about to sprinkle it on the meals. "Miss Jason! Absolutely not!" The purser finally couldn't hold back. She stepped forward, her tone anxious but extremely firm as she blocked the meal cart, "Aviation food safety regulations strictly prohibit adding any outside food or seasonings to crew meals. This is for the safety of all passengers! Please understand!" "Regulations? Safety?" Jason acted as if he'd heard the biggest joke. "My stuff would be less safe than your garbage food? Do you know this canister costs more than your annual salary?" "Get out of my way!" The purser held her ground. "Miss Jason, this is a matter of principle! If anything goes wrong, we can't bear the responsibility! Please don't put us in a difficult position!" Seeing the purser dare to obstruct him repeatedly, Jason's face instantly darkened. He pulled out his phone and directly made a video call. "Eve, look! These flight attendants have rebelled. I just want to add some seasoning to the food and they won't let me! They even dare to talk back to me!" Through the speaker, a sweet voice came through, "Jason, don't get so upset. Give the phone to the purser." Jason smugly shoved the phone in front of the purser. Eve's voice instantly turned ice cold: "All flight attendants kneel down and apologize to my brother immediately! Otherwise, every single one of you today will be fired for serious misconduct and permanently blacklisted from the aviation industry! I mean what I say!"
The air in the galley seemed to freeze. The purser's lips trembled, tears of humiliation welling in her eyes. Rachel and several other flight attendants turned pale, exchanging glances, their eyes full of struggle. Seeing their hesitation, Eve laughed coldly: "Fine, you won't kneel? You're that stubborn? Just wait!" Immediately after, the video screen began shaking violently. Eve actually picked up her phone and directly barged into the airline general manager's exclusive conference room! When the video stabilized, the conference room came into full view— Around the long conference table sat company executives with serious expressions, with the second half of the year's strategic planning PPT displayed on the projection screen. Carter was sitting at the head position listening to reports. Seeing Eve suddenly burst in, he first showed slight surprise, but his eyes held no displeasure at being interrupted. Instead, they instantly filled with deep concern. "Carter~" Eve ignored the shocked gazes of all the executives in the room and walked straight to Carter's side, practically collapsing against his chair's armrest. "Look at these flight attendants on the plane. They're ganging up to bully my brother. My brother just made a small request, and they were mean to him and even scolded him. My brother has a bad heart—they've made him cry! Carter, you must stand up for us!" As she spoke, she leaned into Carter like a boneless creature. Tears fell like broken pearls, as if she'd suffered the greatest injustice. She was completely different from the sharp-tongued person she'd been moments ago. Carter's face immediately darkened. He didn't even ask about right or wrong—all his attention was on Eve trembling and crying in his arms. "There, there, don't cry. Your eyes will swell up and won't look pretty. Such a small matter—is it worth crying over? Hmm? With me here, no one can bully you or your family." He gently wiped away her tears, then raised his head to look at the phone screen, his tone dropping to freezing: "Are you all deaf? Didn't you hear what Eve said?" "I'm ordering you now—immediately do as Mr. Jason requests! Kneel and apologize!" "If within three seconds I don't see your attitude..." Before he could finish, I walked directly into the center of the phone camera. My figure, along with my calm expression, appeared clearly in the video. "Carter, are you sure you want me to kneel?" "Helen Jones?" Carter almost blurted it out. Like a thunderclap, it seemed to give the desperate flight attendants a glimmer of hope. But it was fleeting. The surprise on Carter's face was quickly replaced by deeper displeasure and irritation. He didn't even let go of his arm around Eve, just impatiently rubbed his brow with his other hand: "Helen, what are you doing here?" "The new job you told me about last night—was it to be a probationary flight attendant at my airline?" I nodded calmly. Carter's gaze swept over my wet uniform, his voice dropping: "Stop fooling around. Just do what Mr. Jason says and apologize. We'll talk about whatever it is after the plane lands." As soon as he said this. Not just me—even the flight attendants in the galley were stunned. Their eyes went from shock back to despair, finally left with only numbness. Seeing this, Eve immediately shrank further into Carter's arms, adding fuel to the fire: "Carter, so this is Helen~ She was so fierce just now. Jason must have been scared by her!" Carter immediately patted her back comfortingly. "Eve and Jason are both very innocent and simple-minded. They just want an apology." "Be good. Kneel down and apologize to Mr. Jason first. Don't make this difficult for me."
I looked at him and suddenly laughed, though the smile never reached my eyes—ice cold and piercing. "Carter, do you remember what you promised me on your knees before we got married?" "Now! It's time for you to fulfill your promise!" Without waiting for his response, I hung up the phone. I didn't linger for a second, turned decisively and walked to the crew storage locker. I took out a heavier satellite phone from the locker. "Grandpa." "Someone is interfering with normal cabin service procedures and disrupting aircraft order." "Notify the captain to make an emergency landing at the nearest airport immediately." "Also, when we land, I want to see my divorce papers from Carter." Jason stared at my hand holding the satellite phone, stunned for two seconds, then covered his mouth and laughed mockingly. "Oh my, newbie, what are you pretending to be? Holding a broken satellite phone and playing rich? Calling Grandpa?" His eyes were full of contempt: "Do you know who Carter is? In this aviation circle, when he stomps his foot, the ground shakes!" I sneered coldly, not even glancing at him: "Carter? He's something?" Years ago, Carter's grandfather had once helped my grandfather. The Jones family valued old friendships and remembered this favor for a lifetime. So when Carter's family fell on hard times and Grandpa came to me, hoping I would fulfill this arranged childhood engagement. Seeing that his abilities were passable and he seemed honest enough, I nodded in agreement. Before the wedding, I called him to the study and made things crystal clear: "Carter, loyalty is my bottom line. If you ever have second thoughts or do anything to betray me, I will divorce you immediately." How did he respond then? He knelt before my grandfather, swearing to heaven that he would never fail me. If he violated this oath, may heaven strike him down—he would leave with nothing and never rise again. My grandfather and I also kept one card up our sleeves. We didn't tell him about the Jones family's true wealth. So Carter always thought I was just an "ordinary rich girl." He believed even more that his position as airline general manager after marriage was entirely due to his exceptional ability and hard work. Stupid as a pig. Today I would let him see clearly—without me, what exactly was Carter! Grandpa's voice came through the receiver, steady but with a trace of barely perceptible gravity: "Have you thought this through?" "Yes." I didn't hesitate for a moment. Grandpa was silent for three seconds, then instructed someone beside him: "Do as Miss Helen says. Execute immediately." Almost the instant the words fell, another calm and efficient male voice cut in— It was Simon, Grandpa's most capable assistant. "Understood, Mr. Jones." In the background, keyboard typing and clear commands immediately followed: "Tower, flight G-1024 initiating highest priority emergency landing. Clear the airspace, priority routing." "Legal department, Carter leaves with nothing. Divorce papers to be delivered to the landing airport VIP passage within half an hour." "The security department and I will immediately proceed to Elvis Airport to await Miss Helen's landing." The orders were clean and efficient, without a trace of hesitation. Simon's voice came through last: "Miss Helen, everything is ready. Landing at Elvis Airport in thirty minutes." "Information on the platinum card troublemaker and the associated person Eve will be synchronized to you within ten minutes." Hearing the clear instructions from the phone, Jason laughed mockingly again: "Hahaha! Clearing airspace? Keep acting! Keep it up!" "Let me tell you, when we get off this plane, my sister will say one word to Carter and you won't even know how you died!" However, before his laughter died down— The aircraft announcement sounded again. This time, the captain's voice carried unprecedented seriousness. "Attention all passengers, attention all passengers. Due to force majeure factors, this flight will make an emergency landing at Elvis Airport. Please return to your seats immediately and fasten your seatbelts..." The mocking smile on Jason's face instantly froze! He frantically pulled out his phone to call Eve. Before the call connected, two security officers quickly walked in and directly confiscated his phone. "Mr. Jason, you are suspected of endangering flight safety. Please cooperate with the investigation." Just as Jason was being escorted out, I received a message from Carter. [Helen, enough is enough. Eve is very innocent. She would never make unreasonable demands like you! I'm telling you clearly—I love you! But I need to be with her for at least three years. During this time, you'd better behave yourself, do your duty, and don't cause me trouble. After three years, if I'm tired of her, I might consider returning to the family.] [Don't forget—without me, Carter, you Helen are nothing now.] I picked up my phone and replied calmly: [Carter, get to Elvis Airport within thirty minutes.] [I have a big gift to give you.] [Of course, you can choose not to come. Then I'll hand Jason over to the police.] After sending it, I blocked Carter.
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