Chapter 3

None of the onlookers around me helped me call the police.

They all believed I was an emotionally unstable crazy woman.

I was waiting. Now that the gate had closed and the plane was about to take off, the people at my destination would surely confirm with the airport whether I had boarded.

At that point, all obstacles would naturally disappear.

But I didn't expect someone would lie about this.

Some people in the crowd started livestreaming on their phones with the title:

[Princess Causes Scene in Airport Lounge.]

The topic, full of gender antagonism, immediately attracted countless viewers.

Multiple phones were held high, pointed at my face.

"You're violating my image rights. Turn off the livestream immediately, or I'll sue you."

I couldn't expose my identity, so I could only hope they would fear the law and restrain themselves.

But the livestreamers just laughed and didn't take my words seriously.

They interacted with their livestream audience. "See that? The princess is throwing a fit."

"Protect me, guys. I'm risking being sued to livestream this for you."

[Don't worry, streamer. Let her sue. We'll pay the fine.]

[Don't be afraid. We want to see how this princess's tantrum ends.]

[This is hilarious. She says if she doesn't board, the plane can't fly. She really thinks she's a princess.]

[Women like this are just spoiled. Slap her once and she'll behave.]

Their cameras got closer and closer, while others blocked me from retrieving my phone.

My fingers clenched tightly. My breathing became rapid, and my chest felt stuffy.

On one hand, I worried about the situation at my destination. On the other, I feared this place had already been infiltrated.

For no reason, I was being prevented from boarding.

I suppressed my emotions and begged the women in the crowd to help me call the police.

Their eyes darted away, and only one person spoke.

"It's not that we won't help you, but given your current state, we're afraid of being backstabbed."

"Right, what if you falsely accuse us of making a fake police report? Our own travel plans would be delayed too."

Someone added quietly, with some disgust in their eyes.

"Gold-digging like this is never good. People should rely on their own efforts." Someone else kindly advised.

I didn't defend myself and continued to beg desperately. "You can record a video proving I asked you to call the police. Any problems are mine."

"If your travel plans are delayed even slightly and you suffer any losses, I'll compensate you ten times over."

Seeing that the women on my side were softening.

The supervisor's walkie-talkie crackled. He said a few words.

Under my constant persuasion, a woman finally took out her phone to record a video and help me call the police.

But then two teams of people in black uniforms came running over.

My heart lifted with joy. I was about to say there was no need to call the police when I saw the large words on their chests.

"Security."

"Security, over here. Someone is disturbing airport order and obstructing flight departure." The supervisor shouted loudly.

Another team in black uniforms also approached. This time it was the police.

The supervisor's face paled, but after they spoke, he looked at me triumphantly again.

"Arrest her."