Chapter 2His Mistress in First Class

"Are you deaf? I told you to go to economy. Did you hear me?"

Seeing I hadn't moved, Chloe Foster pointed at me angrily.

I smiled.

"Miss, I was sitting here minding my own business when you threw a blanket at me and tried to insult me with $100. Why should I move?"

"Besides, I added a dollar more than you. Why don't you move?"

Hearing my words, the flight attendant beside us drew a sharp breath.

"Ma'am, Mr. Reeves specifically instructed us to accommodate Miss Foster's requests. How about you name a compensation, and we'll make it happen."

Chloe looked utterly smug:

"You hear that? I'm carrying the Reeves family heir right now. The entire Reeves family has to cater to me!"

I sat down and pulled the blanket over my legs, putting my earphones back on.

"This is my seat. I'm not going anywhere."

Chloe turned angrily to the flight attendant:

"Are you all blind? Every other seat in first class is empty! Use your brain—obviously Peyton booked the whole cabin for me!"

"Strip her and throw her out! Let her learn what happens when you trespass in first class!"

The flight attendant looked troubled. Even though Mr. Reeves had given instructions, this demand was unreasonable.

I looked up, staring at Chloe with a hint of challenge:

"What makes you think only you can have Peyton book tickets?"

Chloe's eyes paused for a moment.

"You... what do you mean?"

She turned to the flight attendant:

"Check her ticket! If she's not supposed to be here, call the police and have her arrested!"

The flight attendant quickly opened the system panel and typed my name rapidly.

Then she replied with some awkwardness:

"Miss Foster, Ms. Williams's seat is valid. It also shows it was booked through the Reeves family internally."

I smiled inwardly. Caroline had booked this ticket for me long ago.

Chloe's eyes filled with panic.

"Are you Peyton's... new mistress?"

"Shameless! Trying to seduce Peyton while I'm pregnant! I just got rid of one, and now another shows up!"

"This time I'll make sure you homewreckers learn your lesson!"

Her hand rose in the air, about to strike down.

I grabbed her wrist:

"Peyton's engagement next month isn't to you, is it?"

"You'd better figure out your own position before you speak!"

I twisted her wrist and returned the favor with a sharp slap.

The sound echoed throughout the first-class cabin.

Chloe covered her face in disbelief. No one had ever dared treat her this way.

"So what if Peyton has a fiancée? The unloved one is the real mistress!"

"Even if his fiancée were standing right here, I'd say the same thing!"

Her face flushed red as she tried to think of a comeback.

Just then, the flight attendant stepped forward to support her:

"Miss Foster, there's turbulence—you can't move around. You're pregnant. Please sit down safely."

"There's a rest area in the cockpit. Let me help you there."

The flight attendant knew she couldn't offend either party, so she simply separated us.

Chloe left cursing under her breath.

First class was finally mine alone. My ears could finally have some peace.

When the plane landed, I was pushing my luggage through the VIP corridor when I was suddenly surrounded by a group of tall, burly men in black.

"That's her! She slapped me on the plane! Lock her in a room!"

Chloe appeared with this group of men.

At her command, the men in black immediately pressed down hard on my shoulders. I couldn't break free.

Chloe sneered:

"These are all personal bodyguards Peyton assigned to me. Every one of them is an expert. Think you can move now?"

"Today I'm going to teach you homewreckers a lesson myself. I'll slap you a hundred times, then tear your mouth apart so you'll remember!"

Her face was full of vindictive satisfaction as she raised her hand high.

Just then, a male voice rang out:

"Stop!"

It was Peyton.

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