My fiancé’s secretary is stealing my dedicated lane

chapter 1

After the call connected, I had barely finished my sentence when a mechanical voice came through the receiver: "Hello, I'm unable to take your call right now."

This really caught me off guard.

Hearing the busy tone, Zoey snatched my phone away.

She said, "You're actually pretending to make a call?"

After seeing what was on the phone screen, Zoey burst into exaggerated laughter.

She said, "I thought you had some real connections. Turns out you're just trying to scare people with voicemail? You can't even get through to Mr. Johnson's private number, so what are you to dare block my way?"

With that, Zoey tossed my phone back at me with a smirk. Then she threw her boarding pass at the trembling flight attendant Natalia Foster nearby.

She said, "Hurry up and check me in! If you delay what Mr. Johnson asked me to do, your entire ground crew will be fired tomorrow."

Natalia's hands shook as she held the boarding pass. She looked at me, then at Zoey, her voice nearly breaking into tears.

She said, "Ms. Turner, this lady's exclusive lane access is indeed on file. If you do this, it puts us in a very difficult position."

"Difficult position?" Zoey shot back.

Then she slammed her hand down hard on the check-in counter.

She said, "Do you know how much money Johnson Group invests in your airport every year? And you can't even handle such a small matter? You believe I won't call your general manager over here right now?"

Watching Zoey bully the staff for her own convenience, I couldn't help but feel angry.

I grabbed Zoey's finger that was about to poke Natalia in the face.

Then I said coldly, "Do you know what kind of people are authorized to use this exclusive lane? You're the first person who's ever dared to take my spot."

"Wow!" Hearing my words, Zoey deliberately clutched her stomach and laughed, "You put on some camo and actually think you're somebody important? Did eating all that cheap military food mess with your brain? Besides, I'm the personal secretary to the CEO of Johnson Group. What makes you think you can even talk to me?"

I almost laughed out loud.

She made such a big scene that I thought she was some high-ranking official. Turns out she's just a personal secretary?

However, a crowd had already gathered around us.

Some scattered comments about this secretary reached my ears.

One woman said, "Is this woman crazy? Zoey is the most important person around Gabriel."

A man said, "Last month, a security officer stopped Zoey to check her luggage. The next day, that guy was reassigned to cleaning toilets."

From what they were saying, Zoey was a habitual bully who threw around someone else's authority.

I really hadn't expected this. When I was in the military, even my commanding officer would politely greet me first before speaking.

Now, some secretary living off a man's money dares to show off in front of me.

I snorted coldly.

Then I said mockingly, "If the Johnson family is really as powerful as you claim, how come the 'dog' they keep doesn't even have basic manners?"

Zoey's face instantly turned red.

She roared, "Who are you calling a dog? I'll teach you some manners today!"

With that, Zoey swung her Chanel bag, aiming for my head.

I simply stepped aside to dodge, then grabbed her wrist and gave it a light twist.

The crisp sound of bones shifting mixed with her screams. The "Ms. Turner" who had been so arrogant moments before was now wailing in pain.

She shouted, "Let go! Easy!"

"Now you know it hurts?" I leaned close to Zoey's face, twisted with pain, and said, "Weren't you pretty good at threatening people just now?"

Though she was grimacing in pain, I had actually used only ten percent of my strength.

After all, if I really wanted to fight her, she wouldn't even have time to scream.

More and more people gathered to watch, and several uniformed ground crew members suddenly jogged over to maintain order.

Zoey took the opportunity to break free from my grip, then clutched her wrist while gasping.

She said, "Keep up the act! I'll tell Mr. Johnson about this later. He'll teach you a lesson."

I crossed my arms and looked at her with a cold smile, "Fine. I'm waiting."