Chapter 3

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!"