Los Angeles International Airport.
The Rolls-Royce Ghost Black Badge rolled smoothly across the private tarmac, weaving past other luxury vehicles until it slowed to a halt beside an elegant Gulfstream G700.
The aircraft sat there like a beast of the skies, its polished fuselage glinting under the California sun.
Nick killed the engine, and Mason immediately stepped out. He moved to Liam's side of the car, pulled the door open, and bowed slightly.
"Sir," he said.
Liam stepped out, his leather shoes clicking against the smooth pavement. The private jet immediately caught his attention and gor a brief moment, he simply stood there, taking in the view.
The jet was massive, stretching longer than he'd expected, with wide oval windows and a sleek wing design.
A private jet, Liam smiled.
Even now, despite everything the system had given him, the sight of the private jet stirred something inside him. It was a mixture of awe and disbelief.
