Chapter 367
Chapter 367:
Several flight attendants in the first-class cabin were familiar with the Byrd family, and a few even recognized Ellis. They understood that those seated in first class usually held significant influence.
In an effort to defuse the situation, they approached Ashton and Ellis, attempting to mediate.
“Sir, surely you have important matters to attend to in Staville, right? The Byrd family holds considerable sway there. A confrontation now could complicate your plans. Perhaps it would be best if both you and Mr. Byrd could find a way to apologize and move past this?”
Ashton simply offered a polite nod and a smile to the well-intentioned flight attendants. He then turned to Rosalie and inquired, “Rosalie, what do you think we should do?”
Rosalie’s expression was stern as she replied discontentedly, “He needs to learn a lesson.”
Understanding her stance, Ashton grinned knowingly. He had no intention of letting this pompous fool off the hook, especially with Rosalie’s support.
Without hesitation, Ashton took the bottle from Ellis’ grip and nudged Ellis’ shoes toward him. He then filled one of the shoes with wine and, in a bold move, forced Ellis to drink directly from it.
Ellis, who had been spoiled by his family, suddenly felt a sobering wave of fear after Ashton forced him to drink. As he sipped the wine, he desperately tried to squirm his way to a corner of the cabin.
Through Ellis’ terrified eyes, Ashton, with his sinister smile, seemed nothing short of a tormenting demon.
Backing into the corner, Ellis’ voice shook as he cried out, “Don’t come over!”
𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮: 𝓰Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿𝓬𝓸𝓶
However, Ashton was unfazed.
Clutching Ellis’ shoe, he continued to advance toward the cornered young man.
Ellis, having been sheltered all his life, had never encountered such aggression. Terror sapped the strength from his legs, leaving him utterly incapable of standing up to resist.
As Ashton drew nearer, fear nearly brought Ellis to tears, yet he managed to put on a brave front.
“I’m telling you, don’t fucking mess with me! The plane is heading to Staville—my territory. Cross me, and you’ll regret it!”
Ashton, observing Ellis’ defiance, let out a scornful laugh. “I’m a kind-hearted person,” he taunted. “Since your family failed to discipline you, I’ll take over the task.”
With that, he pinned Ellis, helpless in the corner, pried open his mouth, and forced more wine down his throat.
Ellis struggled desperately, but it was futile. Ashton’s grip was too strong, immobilizing him completely. Overwhelmed by despair, he felt compelled to endure the ordeal.
As Ellis teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, Ashton released his hold and pressed him with questions. “Have you learned your lesson? Do you now understand how to speak to people? Will you apologize?”
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