Halfway through my sentence, I paused for a few seconds and my eyes glazed over.

"Breaking up with me? You will 100% regret it."

I remembered that we had once loved each other and I had thought of getting together and parting ways, but there were some people who didn't appreciate my love at all, like the man standing in front of me.

"Natalie, are you still putting on a show? If I regret it, then I must be a dog, right?" Brandon sneered.

"In front of so many employees, but also big talk about what I will regret. What do you have to compete with Miss Camilla? You are dreaming if you think I will regret this."

Seeing that he still wanted to continue on, I hastily raised my hand to interrupt him.

"Good. That’s all I needed to hear. Remember this moment. Whatever happens next—you brought it on yourself."

Without another word, I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket and dialed my assistant’s number.

"Hey, immediately help me buy a business class airplane ticket. Right now."

The person on the other end of the phone heard my voice and flinched.

"Miss Natalie, don't you usually like to travel in a low profile? How come this sudden—"

I glanced at my ex-boyfriend and spoke coldly.

"Being too low-key only invites people to underestimate you."

Just as my words left my mouth, my assistant immediately understood their meaning. "Okay! I will book it right away."

A few seconds later, their voice returned, slightly nervous.

"Miss Natalie, business class is fully booked. Do you think the first class is okay?"

I waved my hand with disinterest.

"It’s the same for me wherever I sit. Go on with it."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, I added, "Actually, have the airport staff remove a few people from the flight. I doubt they'll do me any harm."

I listed the names—Camilla Beaumont and Brandon Westwood. My assistant noted them down without hesitation.

After hanging up, I strolled back to the waiting lounge.

Because I always kept my phone on loudspeaker during calls, Camilla had heard every word. She burst into laughter. She clung onto my ex-boyfriend’s arm and patted my shoulder with mock sympathy.

"Natalie, have you lost your mind over being dumped?" She smirked. "This plane’s first class isn’t even available for public booking. I couldn't even get a seat when I chartered a flight. I advise you not to hold on. It will be humiliating if you can't board the plane later."

She giggled as if she had just told the funniest joke in the world.

I slowly lifted my head and met her gaze, my expression unreadably cold.

"Don't be in a hurry. Later, you will know exactly who is not qualified to sit."

Seeing this, Brandon, who was on the side, also spoke out in agreement, not letting go of the opportunity to perform in front of Camilla.

He pulled out two golden membership cards and waved them in my face again and again.

"See what this is? These are American Airlines Advantage Gold Cards, which ordinary people can't even see."

He leaned in, his grin smug. "Miss Camilla just got me two. What do you have that can compete with her?"

Then, as if to prove his point further, he turned and kissed Camilla right in front of me. The surrounding employees erupted in laughter.

"She really thought she had a chance!"

"Some people just don’t know their place."

"If you can’t afford luxury, don’t embarrass yourself by pretending you can."

Not self-important is the sentence I've heard the most today.

Seeing this scene in front of me further confirmed the conjecture in my heart.

My boyfriend, he had already cheated on me a long time ago.

I naturally won't leave a trace of mercy for people like him.

I turned my face aside, not even bothering to look at him.

Brandon's face immediately changed when he saw how cold my attitude was.

"Natalie, what’s with that attitude? You even dare to ignore me now, don't you?"

I looked down and played with my phone, my tone no longer carrying an ounce of emotion.

"Mr. Brandon, wasn’t breaking up exactly what you wanted from the start? Now that I’ve agreed, why do you seem so unhappy?" I glanced up briefly, then smirked. "I advise you to stop focusing on me, lest the lady beside you get upset."

Brandon’s face twisted in anger. "Fine! That’s what you said! Make it sound like I would still want you anyway!"

With that, he wrapped his arm around Camilla and without hesitation, the two of them began kissing right in front of me. Their little display had the surrounding employees pulling out their phones, capturing the moment as if it were some kind of grand romance.

Meanwhile, I just sat there, entirely unmoved. Strangely enough, watching them made me feel… nothing. No anger, no sadness—just an odd sense of relief. It was as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

Just then, the airport’s announcement system came to life.

"Passengers of Flight G493, boarding will commence shortly. Please proceed to the gate for check-in."

Camilla reluctantly broke away, licking her lips as if savoring the moment, then gracefully stood up.

"Come on, darling. Let’s take the exclusive passageway," she purred before glancing at me, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "As for some people… well, looks like you will have to stand in line with the commoners."

I remained seated, chuckling softly. "Oh? Is that so?"

I tilted my head, meeting her gaze. "Miss Camilla, how about we make a little bet?"

Her smirk faltered slightly. "A bet?"

I nodded. "I bet that your flight won’t take off today."

Before Camilla could respond, the surrounding bootlickers erupted into laughter.

"Did you all hear that? This bitch. Nobody thinks she can control an entire flight!"

"Too funny, this is simply the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life!"

"I've been on so many airplanes and I’ve never seen anyone able to stop a plane from taking off."

All these gaily dressed female employees formed a united front and bombarded me with words.

One by one, the air was thick with mockery as Camilla’s entourage scrambled to flatter her. Brandon, naturally, wouldn’t miss his chance to shine.

"Natalie, you should really take a look at yourself in the mirror before running your mouth. With Miss Camilla’s influence, she could buy out the entire flight if she wanted to."

I suppressed a chuckle and turned back to Camilla. "Since Miss Camilla is so powerful, do you dare to take the bet just now?"

Her lips curled into an arrogant grin. "Bet? Fine. Do you think I would be scared of a nobody like you? Let’s do it."

A round of applause broke out among the crowd as if she had just made the most heroic declaration of the century.

I scanned the sea of faces, all filled with ridicule and disdain and an undeniable disappointment settled in my chest. Was this indeed their worldview? To fawn over the rich and belittle those they deemed beneath them? All for the sake of keeping their jobs?

If I weren’t concerned about the consequences, I could have every single one of them blocklisted from this airport in an instant.

I held back the anger in my heart and slowly raised my head, sweeping the circle with my eyes.

"You all heard it," I said, calm yet firm. "What the heir to the hallowed Beaumont Group said can't be reversed. Whoever loses between Miss Camilla and I will run around the airport naked."

A hushed silence fell over the crowd before Camilla let out a short laugh. "What makes you so confident? Do you think you own this airport or something?"

I smiled faintly. "Camilla Beaumont, you’ve been testing my patience over and over again. Did you really think I would just let you walk all over me?"

"My true identity is something even the Beaumont Corporation can't afford to provoke."

Hearing my words, Camilla didn’t back down. Instead, she became even more arrogant.

"Little bitch! You are addicted to pretending, aren't you?"

She sneered and then smirked triumphantly. "Open your dog's eyes wide later and give me a good look at how the plane actually took off."

With that, she hooked her arm around Brandon’s and strutted confidently toward the boarding gate. I followed behind, calm as ever.

Once everyone had boarded, the plane taxied onto the runway, preparing for takeoff. But just then, I didn't know who had shouted out in the airplane cabin.

"Guys, look outside!"