Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

The fake flight attendant pushed the food cart slowly into the business class, with a standard gentle smile on her face, looking no different from ordinary flight attendants.

She asked the business class passengers in a soft voice if they needed drinks or snacks, her tone gentle and her demeanor impeccable, showing no sign of anything amiss. The business elites in the cabin were either engrossed in typing on their keyboards or taking a nap, and no one suspected the sudden appearance of this flight attendant.

But Shen Jingshu, who had been silently observing, felt an increasing chill in her eyes.

Her divine eye clearly saw that the fake flight attendant was surrounded by a dense, malevolent black aura, with wisps of black energy constantly surging and converging towards the center of the business class cabin. Her target was someone in the business class.

There sat a middle-aged man in a black suit, with a calm and composed demeanor.

The man sat upright, his fingertips rapidly tapping on the laptop keyboard. His brows and eyes were sharp, exuding an aura of authority that came with long-standing power. A faint golden aura of righteousness surrounded him, the unique fortune of someone who had accumulated virtue and held a high position.

And that person's target was clearly him!

Shen Jingshu understood instantly.

This group wasn't acting randomly; their target was this prominent and influential business tycoon. Ten thousand meters in the air, isolated from all outside help, was the perfect location to strike and stage an accidental death.

Just then, the fake flight attendant walked down the aisle of the business class and slowly stopped beside the man in the suit.

"Sir, would you like some red wine to relax? Our crew provides special cocktails."

Her voice remained gentle and harmless. She leaned forward slightly, seemingly about to bend down to pick up a wine glass from the food cart, but a sinister glint flashed quickly in her lowered eyes.

Hidden in the food cart's compartment, fingers quietly pinched a colorless, odorless powder that melted upon contact with air.

Once the powder is mixed with the alcohol, this powerful figure with immense luck will instantly enter a state of suspended animation. On a plane flying high in the sky, it will ultimately be ruled a sudden acute illness leading to death, perfectly staged as an accident.

Inside economy class, Shen Jingshu's heart sank slightly, and all her nerves were on edge.

Without making a sound, she raised her hand and formed a silent protective talisman with her fingertips. Spiritual energy quietly gathered, ready to intervene at any moment.

Although Xu Zhixia and the other two could not see any danger, they inexplicably felt a suffocating atmosphere. Their hearts pounded, and they subconsciously clutched the amulets in their pockets tightly. They even breathed less, obediently remembering Shen Jingshu's instructions, shrinking into their seats and not daring to make the slightest move.

The plane appeared to be flying smoothly and peacefully, but unbeknownst to anyone, a deadly conspiracy was quietly unfolding at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The man glanced indifferently at the glass of drink offered to him, but didn't reach out to take it. He merely raised his chin slightly and said calmly, "No, thank you. I still have work to do."

His gaze returned to the laptop screen, his fingertips continuing to tap the keyboard, completely unaware of the fleeting surprise and gloom in the woman's eyes beside him.

The fake flight attendant's smile froze for a moment, then quickly returned to her standard service demeanor.

She was secretly surprised; the plan had been foolproof, but the other party had refused outright.

She didn't leave; she remained by her seat, pretending to tidy up the dishes on the food cart, her fingertips still tightly gripping the packet of powder.

She couldn't give up so easily; this was their long-planned goal, and they couldn't afford to fail at the last minute.

In economy class, Shen Jingshu's heart was in her throat.

Under the watchful eye, the black aura coiled around the fake flight attendant grew increasingly agitated. Like a venomous snake, the black aura hovered around the middle-aged man's seat, waiting for its next opportunity to strike.

Shen Jingshu's fingers quietly formed a hand seal beneath her sleeve, spiritual energy flowing through her fingertips, ready to unleash a spell to interrupt her opponent's actions at any moment. However, the cabin space was cramped, and using a spell would be too noisy, easily alerting everyone on the plane and potentially causing panic among the passengers, leading to an even worse situation.

She could only stare intently in the direction of the business class, holding her breath and waiting for her chance.

Xu Zhixia sensed something was off about Shen Jingshu's aura beside her, and quietly turned her head to look at her with worried eyes. Shen Jingshu gently shook her head, signaling her to be quiet.

Just then, footsteps were heard in the aisle of the business class cabin.

The real flight attendant, following her memory, came over to inspect the cabin and happened to bump into the unfamiliar fake flight attendant still standing next to her seat.

The real flight attendant frowned slightly, looking puzzled.

"Hello, may I ask which work group you are from? I've never seen you before?"

The air froze as soon as the words were spoken.

The fake flight attendant froze, her disguise almost crumbling.

I don't remember you being in our group. Who exactly are you?

Just as the real flight attendant opened her mouth to question her, the fake flight attendant suddenly launched an attack.

She moved with ghostly speed, lunging forward and grabbing the other person's arm tightly, holding them hostage.

This incident happened very quickly. The other passengers in business class were engrossed in their work and did not notice anything unusual.

The flight attendant, who was being held hostage, had a cold, hard object pressed against her lower back—the weapon. Her face turned deathly pale instantly, and she dared not struggle or resist, leaving her at the mercy of the short-haired woman.

The two slowly retreated behind the curtain in the business class section, pulled it shut, and completely blocked the view of all passengers outside.

Behind the curtain, the short-haired woman raised her hand and delivered a powerful chop to the back of the flight attendant's neck.

The flight attendant didn't even have time to utter a cry of alarm before her body went limp and she collapsed.

She deftly took out a rope, tightly bound the flight attendant's hands and feet, sealed her mouth with tape, and dragged her quickly into the storage room next door.

Inside the storage room, another woman, similarly bound, lay there, her flight attendant uniform stripped off. Seeing her colleague thrown in, she made muffled whimpering sounds, but her mouth was taped shut, and her hands and feet were bound, leaving her unable to move. She could only stare in terror at the short-haired woman before her.

The short-haired woman put a finger to her lips and warned in a low voice, "Behave yourself. If you want to live, don't make a sound. You're not our target. Once I've completed my mission, I'll let you go."

After saying that, she left the unconscious flight attendant next to the woman, closed the locker room door behind her, and walked back to the business class.

The curtain was suddenly pulled open from the outside, and the middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap that Shen Jingshu had noticed in the back of the cabin walked in slowly.

Of all the events that just happened, only Shen Jingshu, through the Sky Eye, had a clear view of the entire process.

She remained outwardly calm, still sitting in her seat as if she hadn't seen anything, and didn't dare to make a sound to disturb those around her.

Shortly after the short-haired woman took the flight attendant hostage and hid behind the curtain, the man in the baseball cap sitting in the last corner of the cabin also slowly stood up.