Chapter 3

As she spoke, her expression shifted.

"The only annoying thing is, he did it to keep the old woman from leaving him if I was ever found out."

"Tch. Lucky old hag."

SLAP!

A hand struck Lucia's face without warning.

"Are you insane!"

Lucia's drink spilled everywhere.

Flight attendants rushed over to help clean up.

She was furious.

"What's your problem? Why are you freaking out!"

"Mistresses are this brazen now?!"

I was seething with rage.

The flight attendants quickly pulled us apart.

They moved Lucia to an empty seat farther from me and tried to calm her down.

Finally, Lucia's emotions stabilized somewhat.

She wiped her hands with the towel the attendant handed her while shooting me a contemptuous glance.

"I hate self-righteous people like you the most. Going on and on about mistresses-the truth is..."

"Ha! You're just old now and can't attract men anymore, right?"

"Go back to when you were young, and you probably chased them harder than anyone!"

"You!"

The attendant quickly stopped me from exploding.

I didn't want to cause them trouble, so I bit my tongue and sat back down.

Lucia gave me a disdainful once-over.

"Let me tell you the truth-you're already old. Your husband definitely has someone on the side too."

"Don't believe me? Go home and check his phone. Because looking like you do, no man would want to come home."

SPLASH!

I threw my fresh drink right in her face.

Lucia screamed.

The attendants frantically positioned themselves between us.

The senior purser smiled apologetically.

"Ms. Sullivan, she's one of our VIP guests. Please calm down. How about I bring you some fruit to help you cool off?"

"VIP guest?"

I clenched my teeth.

The purser leaned down and spoke quietly.

"She's linked to Mr. Pierce, a rising star. Best to steer clear for your own good-Pierce is fiercely protective of her."

I smiled bitterly.

The plane arrived at the connecting airport.

Neither Lucia nor I got off.

We could turn off airplane mode now.

I texted Vincent. "Where are you?"

He sent a photo of his desk. "Making money for my wife."

"For me, or for someone else?"

No reply.

I sent back a question mark.

The next second, a familiar voice came from Lucia's direction.

"What? Someone spilled juice on you? Who dared to treat my Lucia like this?"

"Some old hag! Hmph, it's all your fault! If you were here, she wouldn't have dared!"

"Alright, alright. My fault."

"Deposit received: $500,000"

The mechanical notification sounded from Lucia's phone.

Vincent's voice was gentle.

"Go buy yourself some little trinkets you like."

I gripped my clothes tighter.

The smile on Lucia's face vanished instantly as she pouted.

"Who told you to say you missed me and wanted to spend New Year's with me? Otherwise I wouldn't have taken this flight and run into that crazy woman!"

"No amount of money will make me happy now! Hmph!"

Vincent didn't get angry.

Instead, his tone became even lighter, as if amused.

"Well then, what about the new villa I bought you?"

Lucia's eyes widened slightly.

"Lucia's smiling. Are you happy now?"

"I am not!"

Lucia pouted again.

"But... hmph, I'll give you one chance, since I love you. Okay, honey, make it up to me properly tonight, okay?"

"We're going to have sex for three hours-not one second less! No, we can do it all night long."