Chapter 531

Karen glanced around the first–class cabin, relieved that no one else seemed to be paying attention to

their spat.

“Can you let go already? Why would I run? I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Haven’t you?” Jeffrey’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Matching his gaze with her own defiant stare, Karen shot back, “What have I done wrong, huh? Tell

me!”

“You…” Jeffrey choked on his words, unable to voice his true grievance in such a public setting. But

then a thought struck him, and he blurted out, “You took my hoodie, didn’t you? You never gave it back

to me. That hoodie cost me a pretty penny, 950 bucks.”

Karen was stunned into silence. Did he really buy a first–class ticket just to chase after a hoodie? Was

there some special significance to that piece of clothing?

“Now, give me back my hoodie!”

“It’s not with me. I left it at the hotel front desk when I checked out,” Karen frowned, puzzled. “Didn’t

they tell you when you checked out?”

Jeffrey was taken aback.

Of course, they didn’t! Because he hadn’t checked out. He had no plans to return home today!

The only reason he was on this flight was that he’d pulled some strings and paid through the nose to

catch this woman!

“Why are you just standing there? Go back to the hotel and get your hoodie before the plane takes off!”

Karen urged him, almost as frantic as if the hoodie were hers.

Jeffrey felt a momentary illusion that he was indeed just there for the hoodie, spurred by her urgency.

“I’ve already bought my ticket. You can reimburse me for that.”

“Come on, Mr. Turner, are you really short on cash?”

“I am! You insisted on taking my hoodie, so you’re responsible.” Jeffrey clung to his excuse, not about

to let it go.

Karen rolled her eyes, silently cursing him for being so petty. She wanted to give him a piece of her

mind but figured it wasn’t worth it–they wouldn’t be crossing paths again anyway.

“How much was it?”

“Two grand.” Jeffrey whipped out his phone.

“Are you kidding me?” Karen nearly spat in disgust. “No way! I’ll give you one hundred, take it or leave

it.”

Jeffrey casually took a seat next to her, his imposing presence making her instinctively scoot back.

“One hundred works. Add me on WhatsApp and I’ll send you my bank details.”

“Why not just say your bank details? I can do a bank transfer right now.” Karen schooled him as if he

were a clueless aristocrat.

Once she got rid of Jeffrey, she could get back to her much–needed rest.

“I don’t do it that way. I only accept money after you add me as a friend.”

“No way.” Karen pocketed her phone decisively. “I have no intention of adding you on any contact list,

be it my phone number, WhatsApp, or anything else.”

She was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

“Why not?” Jeffrey couldn’t grasp this one simple fact. “I haven’t done anything to you. You were the

one who came onto me yesterday!”

Karen didn’t want to hear it.

“But wasn’t it a mutual thing yesterday?”

“Yes!”

“So, after it’s done, we go our separate ways. Isn’t that an unspoken rule we both know?”

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “So, you treated me like a high–class fling, huh?”

Karen nodded without hesitation, “Exactly.”

“You’re so wrong!” Jeffrey’s voice rose. “So, you booked yourself a first–class seat on the return flight to

scout for your next high–class fling, is that it?!”