Chapter 1

Upon seeing that I refused to give up the seat, the unruly child's mother pointed a finger at me and berated, "Even my son knows to respect the elderly and cherish the young. But look at you, fighting with a child over a seat.

"What's someone as selfish as you doing in the first-class cabin? You're just insulting the other passengers here!"

I was just about to call a flight attendant over, but the woman pressed the call button first. She bossily barked orders at the chief steward who had just hurried over. His nametag read Lawrence Pratt.

"Mr. Pratt, I want to file a complaint! How can your airline let just anyone into the first-class cabin? This person not only stole a child's seat, but she also hit someone! I demand you throw her off this plane immediately!"

Lawrence wore a professional, neutral smile on his face, but a trace of impatience showed between his brows.

"Ladies, the plane will soon begin takeoff procedures. Please return to your respective seats and fasten your seatbelts. We can discuss any issues after takeoff when we're at cruising altitude, okay?"

I was about to nod and sit down, but the woman behind me seized the chance. She shoved her child into my seat and buckled his seatbelt.

"A discussion? There's nothing to discuss! She's an adult who laid hands on my son over a seat and scared him! This isn't over!"

I almost burst into angry laughter at this woman's shamelessness.

"When did I lay hands on him? From start to finish, I never even touched a single hair on his head! The surveillance can prove it!

"Also, this is my seat! I paid for it!"

I turned to Lawrence, suppressing my anger. "Mr. Pratt, this is my seat. Please ask her and her son to leave."

Lawrence began to speak to her. "Ma'am—"

But the woman raised her hand to signal Lawrence to be quiet, then yelled at me, "You still have the nerve to talk, huh? Did no one teach you manners? Do you even know how to spell it?

"My son is only four! Can't you show some courtesy? What's the big deal about giving up your seat?"

The surrounding gazes were all focused on me, each filled with scrutiny and blame.

I couldn't be bothered to argue with her anymore. I took out my ID card and boarding pass from my bag and showed them to Lawrence.

"Excuse me, but this is the first-class seat I paid 12,000 dollars for. My name is clearly printed on the ticket. Why should I give up a service I paid for to an unruly brat?

"I could easily file a complaint against you. Why didn't you verify boarding passes before letting someone just come in and take a seat? This is a major mistake in your duties!"

Lawrence's face instantly turned pale. Understanding the seriousness of the situation, he quickly turned to the woman with an apologetic smile and said, "Ma'am, I'm truly sorry. Perhaps you could take your child back to your own seat for now? The plane is about to take off. Safety comes first."

The woman sneered. She pulled out her phone, opened the e-ticket page, and shoved it right in Lawrence's face.

"Take a good look! Whose name is on the seat 1A? My husband bought this ticket for me, so how could it be wrong? I was giving you a way out, but you didn't take it. Now, you're just humiliating yourself!"

Lawrence looked at the page closely, and his expression became even more puzzled.

However, when I saw the e-ticket information, I was utterly stunned. Under seat number 1A, it clearly displayed a name completely unfamiliar to me—Raine Gilmore.

But I had clearly used my own account, swiped my own card, and paid a solid 12,000 dollars!

What on earth was going on?