“You’ve taken your little photo—now get out! Or I’ll have someone strip you naked and throw you onto the street!”
I just stared at her, unmoving.
Moments later, she ordered the airport staff and her instructor to drag me out and throw me off the helicopter.
I hit the ground from several meters high, my whole body trembling with pain.
From the co-pilot’s seat, she looked down at me with arrogance.
“Hmph. That’s what you get for challenging me.”
I gritted my teeth and shouted up at them,
“Are you all blind? This helicopter is mine—I only stored it here! It doesn’t belong to Jason Miller!”
But the staff didn’t know the details. All they knew was that every airport in Washington D.C. was under the Miller family’s control. And Jason often used this helicopter to take Chloe Adams on vacations.
“This is Mr. Miller’s favorite Miss Adams. We may not know you, but we sure know her.”
“If you’re going to lie, at least have some proof. She’s on this helicopter every few days—we’re sick of seeing her. You? We’ve never seen you once.”
My chest tightened with rage.