Chapter 3

The flight crew, hearing Kamran rattle off the tail number, immediately gathered around me, looking worried.

The pilot spoke first:

“Brandon, is this plane really yours? Don’t get us all in trouble; this aircraft is worth hundreds of millions. If it comes to litigation, we could end up in serious trouble, even jail.”

“Brandon, your offer was generous, but the risk for this charter is too high. I can’t take it.”

The maintenance engineer outright demanded to quit.

Realizing this was about to become a major issue, I quickly reassured everyone:

“Everyone, calm down. While I don’t know how he found out my plane’s tail number, I can guarantee you, this jet is absolutely mine.”

“Look, these are the emails from when I purchased the plane from Gulfstream.”

The crew members looked at the emails on my phone and calmed down a bit.

“I've already sent someone to rush the airline to pull up this plane's ownership records to prove it's mine.”

“When they do, I'm not only kicking this guy, who's illegally claiming my plane, off the aircraft, but I'm also pressing charges against him.”

Hearing me say that, the crew members all returned to their workstations.

Kamran, hearing I was getting the airline to check ownership records, burst into laughter.

“You’re quite the actor, aren’t you? Checking ownership? Or are you hoping they'll clear a path for you to bolt?”

I couldn’t be bothered with this jerk. I'd deal with him harshly once the airline staff confirmed ownership.

Seeing I was ignoring him, he started to ridicule the crew:

“You people are so stupid! Can’t you see he's a complete fraud, a thief?!”

“He’s stealing my plane and trying to drag you all down with him! Don't you realize that?!”

His friends also chimed in to support him:

“You guys are so naive! Is a Gulfstream something just anyone can own?”

“Look at our Kamran; he’s wearing Armani and a Rolex. Only someone of his caliber deserves to own such a thing.”

“And look at him! His clothes don't even have a logo, clearly bargain bin finds. This guy probably couldn't even afford a toy plane, let alone a private jet!”

My assistant, unable to stand their mockery, couldn’t help but retort.

“Honestly, such ignorance! You people have no idea!”

“Our boss’s jacket is made of French vicuña wool, custom-tailored by the top luxury brand Loro Piana over six months. A single jacket is worth half a million dollars, and you call it a bargain bin find? With your level of taste, do you really think you deserve a private jet?!”

My assistant’s retort left Kamran and his friends speechless, their faces flushed red with embarrassment.

To get his pride back, Kamran pointed at me and yelled:

“Who are you calling ignorant? Who doesn't deserve a private jet?!”

“When the airline staff gets here and proves this plane is mine, both of you will get on your knees and apologize to me, or you’re not leaving!”

I let out a cold laugh:

“We’ll see about that. It’s not set in stone who’ll be kneeling then!”

Just then, the airline’s personnel finally arrived.

I looked at him triumphantly:

“Did you sort out the plane’s ownership?”

The airline staff member nodded gravely:

“Yes, it’s been confirmed.”

I glanced at the arrogant Kamran and smirked:

“Since it’s confirmed, then please remove these irrelevant individuals.”

As I spoke, I gestured toward Kamran and his crew, signaling the staff to remove them from the plane.

The staff member, however, remained still, looking at me with a sincere expression.

After a moment, he said something that made my jaw drop:

“Brandon, please take your people and exit the aircraft as soon as possible. The true owner of this plane is Kamran.”