Ten minutes later, the boarding process stopped.

A senior airline manager and two security officers walked briskly toward the gate. They spoke quietly with the ground staff, then headed straight for first class.

Alejandro and Camila had just settled into their luxurious seats, champagne glasses in hand, when the captain himself appeared.

“Mr. Alejandro Castillo?” the captain said loudly. “I’m afraid you and your companion will need to disembark immediately.”

Alejandro’s face turned red. “What? This is ridiculous! I have a first-class ticket!”

The captain didn’t flinch. “Your ticket has been canceled. Both of you are being removed from the flight for disruptive behavior at the gate.”

Camila’s smile vanished. “This is insane! Do you know who he is?”

The manager stepped forward. “We do. And we also know the boarding pass you’re holding was stolen and torn from its rightful owner — Mrs. Valeria Castillo.”

Passengers started filming.

Alejandro stood up angrily. “This is my company’s money! I paid for these seats!”

“Actually,” a calm voice said from behind them, “that’s not entirely true.”

Valeria stood at the entrance of the jet bridge, composed and unflinching.

She looked at the captain. “Everything is documented. The shares, the company funds, and the fraudulent use of joint assets. My legal team has already sent the formal notice.”

Alejandro’s eyes widened in shock. “Your legal team? Since when do you have a legal team?”

Valeria gave him a small, chilling smile.

“Since the day I found those emails between you and your brother. The ones planning to steal my shares before the Geneva deal. I’ve been preparing for this moment for months.”

Camila turned to Alejandro, panic rising in her voice. “What emails? You said she was stupid! You said she didn’t know anything!”

Security stepped in and began escorting them off the plane. Alejandro struggled, shouting threats, but it was useless.

As they dragged him down the jet bridge, Valeria watched in silence.