Chapter 2

When his friends heard Kamran really had a private jet, their expressions immediately changed.

“Our Kamran really hit the jackpot! He even has a private jet now. You gotta bring us along when you make it big!”

“I'm finally getting to fly on a private jet today!”

“Are there any wealthy older women out there who give planes as gifts without even dating first? Introduce me to one, seriously!”

After hearing his friends’ flattery, Kamran became even more cocky. He grabbed the attendant's shirt again:

“I’m taking my friends to my wife’s birthday party today. Get these clueless idiots out of here, now!”

“You mess this up for me, and I’ll end you!”

“And check the plane thoroughly, inside and out! If there’s even a scratch, I’ll hold you responsible!”

Seeing how serious he looked, I was completely thrown. I even started to doubt if I'd gotten the wrong hangar.

I double-checked with my assistant, confirming I hadn’t made a mistake.

Now I knew this guy wasn't drunk and confused; he was just trying to use my plane to show off in front of his friends.

And of course, this had to happen when I was already rushing to Europe for a crucial deal.

Just as I was about to step forward and kick them out, the attendant walked over, looking annoyed.

“Sir, illegally claiming ownership of a private jet is a serious offense. Please leave immediately, or else…”

“Are you kidding me?! He says it's his, and you just believe him?!”

“This plane is clearly mine! I bought it for over a hundred million dollars from an American manufacturer last year! He just opens his mouth, and you decide the owner has changed? Are you kidding me? This airline is ridiculous!”

The attendant looked wronged:

“But… you both claim to be Mr. Kamran, so who is the real…”

“Of course it’s me! This jet is mine!”

Before the attendant could finish, Kamran jumped in, yelling.

Watching this jerk constantly messing with my schedule, the anger inside me surged.

“I’m warning you, there's a limit to how much you can front. You're consistently disrupting my travel plans. I'll sue your ass!”

“Get off my plane, now!”

He arrogantly shoved me in response to my warning:

“I haven't even accused you of stealing my damn plane yet, and you're trying to kick me off? Who gave you the guts?!”

“Get your people off my plane, now, or you'll regret it!”

My assistant, seeing how disrespectful he was, stepped forward to confront him, but I stopped him.

Time was short; I couldn’t waste it with this meaningless argument.

So I directly asked him:

“You say this plane is yours? Then tell me, what’s its tail number?”

Only the owner would know the tail number. I asked this question to publicly humiliate him, to see if he'd keep up the act.

My flight crew and Kamran's friends all looked at Kamran, waiting to see if he could answer.

I stood there coldly, ready to watch him make a fool of himself.

But his next words completely stunned me.

“Tail number B-9527, Gulfstream 700 model, priced at over one hundred million dollars. Did I get that right?”

“Now get lost!”

Watching Kamran’s arrogant face, my jaw dropped.

Not only did he know the plane’s tail number, but he also knew its exact price. This was beyond strange.

While the base model of this Gulfstream usually starts around 90 million dollars, the manufacturer customizes the interior configurations for each client, so every plane's price is unique.

How did he know the exact price of *this* plane? What was going on?