Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

60. Do not judge!

I try to make my way toward the business class. I have no doubt that my expression is thunderous because I cannot believe this. The man lied to me in order to steal my seat! And I fell for it. I didn’t even get his name, but as soon as I listened to his sob story, I just upped and decided that no little girl would be crying for her daddy in my watch.

Serves me right for being so gullible.

But before I can make it past the curtain that leads to the business class area, a flight attendant comes to intercept me.

“Excuse me, sir,” she holds up her hands, “you can’t go in there. That’s the business class area, and you’re a passenger in the economy.”

“No, not really,” I reply, “I booked a seat in the business class, but I was cheated out of my seat!”

The flight attendant raises a brow and takes a glance at me. Then she sighs exasperatedly.

“Look, sir,” she says in an annoyed tone. My stomach starts to sink as I realize what was happening, “we have some passengers like you pop up almost all