CHAPTER_DETAIL_H1

Sienna's eyes instantly welled with tears, acting as though the words had dealt a crushing blow, and she fell silent.

Lydia was so outraged she shot to her feet, but mindful of the public setting and the risk of going viral for a tantrum, she suppressed her anger. She pulled Sienna back and muttered, "You're just too kind for your own good."

Sienna offered a frail, wounded smile, playing the victim flawlessly. She looked down at Zachary. "Zach, let me go get you some water."

Zachary watched the spot where Winona had disappeared before steering his wheelchair into a private suite.

The lounge staff hovered around him with extreme caution. Access to the private suites within the VIP lounge was reserved for a select, ultra-elite few.

When Sienna moved to follow him inside, a staff member gasped in recognition. "Goddess Sienna!"

Sienna flashed a warm smile, realizing it was a fan.

She glided into the suite, leaving Lydia outside. Lydia couldn't follow and watched Sienna with blatant envy.

She was incredibly jealous that Sienna had secured a place beside a man as powerful as Zachary.

However, Zachary was keeping things surprisingly low-key this time, traveling with only Winona. Usually, he was flanked by an entourage of bodyguards.

Winona had just settled into her economy seat when a flight attendant approached to inform her that someone had upgraded her ticket.

Her face darkened instantly. She was escorted to first class, where her eyes immediately landed on Zachary.

Sienna was seated right next to him.

The attendant guided her to the seat on Zachary's other side, beaming professionally. "Here is your seat, Ms. Wynn."

Winona sat down, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep.

Halfway through the flight, the crew began serving meals.

Winona had no appetite, but she couldn't drown out Sienna's cloying voice beside her. "Zach, do your legs hurt? I learned a special massage technique just for you. I even consulted an Eastern medicine specialist."

"No need."

"Alright. By the way, you left your jacket in my room the night of the banquet. I'll make sure to drop it off when I have time."

"Mhm."

That line was completely staged for Winona's benefit. Winona had already received the provocative bed photo Sienna had sent, featuring Zachary's jacket discarded on a wildly rumpled bed.

Winona had to hand it to Zachary—he didn't even flinch when faced with such blatant, sickeningly sweet manipulation.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVERIFY