Chapter 1

I was discreetly escorting a criminal suspect onto a plane.

Mid-flight, a flight attendant approached the suspect and started chatting him up.

I subtly warned her of the danger and requested a secluded corner away from other passengers for us.

To my surprise, the flight attendant scoffed at me.

“Hey, is this your private plane? You think you can sit wherever you want? I'm just talking to a handsome guy, what are you so jealous about?”

Seeing her unreasonable behavior, I called the chief flight attendant to intervene.

But the flight attendant started crying, claiming I was bullying her, which drew sympathy from other passengers.

I was utterly speechless.

What she didn't know was that this suspect wasn't an ordinary criminal; he was extremely dangerous.

During our argument, the suspect suddenly erupted, grabbed the flight attendant, and demanded the plane turn back.

I'm a female detective, and I'd spent three months undercover, pouring all my energy into finally capturing a nationally notorious criminal named Florian.

Per my superior's orders, I was secretly escorting him back to state headquarters.

Before boarding, my director repeatedly emphasized the need for complete discretion, under no circumstances revealing Florian's identity to avoid panic among passengers.

I tucked away my badge and handcuffs, then sat down next to Florian.

While warning him to behave and not pull any stunts, my gaze swept alertly over everyone in the airport, not daring to relax for a second.

As soon as the plane entered the stratosphere, a young intern flight attendant in uniform, her face still bearing a trace of childishness, pushed a meal cart down the aisle.

When she saw Florian, her eyes locked onto him, unable to move away.

The intern flight attendant deliberately slowed her pace, bypassed me, and leaned over to Florian.

Her voice was syrupy sweet: "Handsome, what would you like to drink? Water, coffee, or juice?"

Florian looked up at her, a cold smirk playing on his lips, and my heart instinctively tightened.

I immediately answered for him: "Thank you, he doesn't want anything. We're trying to rest, please try not to disturb us."

But the intern flight attendant completely ignored my presence, glancing at me dismissively.

She leaned back towards Florian, her tone even more coquettish: "Handsome, are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to get you some medicine?"

I suppressed my surging anger, my voice a few shades colder, deliberately emphasizing the "no."

"I said, we need to rest. Can't you understand not to disturb us anymore?"

I looked around the half-empty cabin and added, "Also, please arrange for us to sit in a corner, preferably away from other passengers. I'm sensitive to noise."

To my surprise, the flight attendant instantly flared up as if I'd stepped on her tail.

She slammed the water cup in her hand onto the tray table, splashing water on me without a hint of apology.

"Ma'am, I'm talking to this gentleman. What business is it of yours? Did I ask you?"

"Did your family build this plane? You think you can sit wherever you want? Why don't you sit on top of the plane then?"

My brows knitted together, and I patiently said, "I'm with him. Is it okay if I answer for him? He's not eating or drinking anything, please don't ask again."

I tried to subtly hint with my eyes, gesturing towards the silver handcuffs hidden under our jackets, but she didn't get my meaning.

Instead, she raised her voice, even more arrogant: "Stop pretending! Are you that desperate for a man in real life, getting so worked up just because I said a few words to a handsome guy!"

Her voice was so loud it drew the attention of many nearby passengers.

"Plane seats are fixed. Do you think you're the queen, just changing seats as you please?"

My eyes widened; I couldn't believe these words were coming from a professional flight attendant.

After speaking, she turned to Florian, her voice tinged with grievance: "Sir, look at her. I just wanted to show some concern, and she's being so hostile towards me."

"If she tries to complain about me after the flight, you absolutely have to put in a good word for me, okay?"

Florian looked at me playfully, then slowly said, "Gorgeous, don't worry. You're so pretty, how could I let you be reported?"

The intern flight attendant lowered her head with a shy smile, immediately pulling out a notepad from her pocket to write down her name and contact information.

"Here, this is my Twitter. My name is Claire. Remember to add me!"

I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and said firmly, "I said! Change our seats!"