When did I ever say I wanted to marry her?
Even if I did want to, I’d still need approval from my superiors at my organization first.
“Fine, fine. I’m the loser, and you’re the rich heiress. Happy now?” I spat sarcastically. “But since President Dixton isn’t interested in me, I’ll just leave. However...”
I suddenly changed the tone of my voice.
“This first-class seat was reserved in advance by my superior through the airline. No matter how much money you offer, you have no right to sit here.”
As soon as I said that, Assistant Wesley jumped out like a loyal watchdog.
“You little punk, still putting on a show in front of President Dixton, huh?”
“You think you have a say on a plane that belongs to the Dixton family? Who the hell do you think you are?”
Only then did I truly understand the meaning of the term “bootlicker.”
“Assistant Wesley, I’m just trying to sit in the seat that was assigned to me. What does the ownership of the plane have to do with me?” I frowned.
Before I could finish, Aubrey grew visibly annoyed and pulled out her phone on the spot. “What’s the big deal about a first-class seat? I’ll pay ten times the price.”
“I’ll give you a hundred thousand. Take the money and disappear. Don’t let me see your face again,” she continued.
I curved my lips into a faint smile and gave her a half-hearted nod.
“Well, since President Dixton is being so generous, I suppose I can reluctantly accept.”
But just as I turned to walk away, Assistant Wesley suddenly shouted after me.
“Stop right there, you little brat!”
I paused mid-step and turned slowly.
“What now? Changed your mind, Assistant Wesley?”
He gave me a smug grin, then leaned in to whisper something into Aubrey’s ear.
The next second, California’s so-called youngest billionaire snapped.
“Camden, did you just lay a hand on my people?”
Judging by Wesley’s expression, I could already guess he had just painted me as the villain. And I had to admit—his tactic of using someone else to do the dirty work was brutally effective.
Given how Aubrey already viewed me, I knew no amount of explaining would help. So I didn’t bother trying.
“Whether I hit him or not doesn’t matter anymore. Just tell me—what do you want to do about it?”
She hadn’t expected me to be so direct. For a moment, she actually looked a little stunned.
“What do I want? Of course, I want an apology!”
I raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at my lips.
“An apology? Yeah, that’s not happening. Maybe you two can come up with a different solution.”
“One million!” Wesley suddenly jumped in gleefully.
“As President Dixton’s personal assistant, I’m involved in multimillion-dollar deals daily.”
“Just now, you pushed me, and I’m not feeling too well. You’ll have to take responsibility!”
Gasps erupted around us.
Even Aubrey looked caught off guard.
“Wesley, isn’t one million a bit... excessive?”
“Even if you went to the hospital and did a full-body scan, it wouldn’t cost that much.”
But Wesley just waved her off.
“No, no, President Dixton, you’re thinking too small.”
“As your assistant, I was assaulted on your family’s own plane. The damage isn’t just physical—it’s to our reputation!”
“The fact that we’re only asking for one million means we’re actually going easy on him.”
Aubrey paused, considering it for a moment, then gave a slow nod.
“Fine. One million it is. I’ll pay it.”
Before they could think twice, I spoke up.
“Deal.”
Instantly, every pair of eyes on the plane locked onto me.
