As the chauffeur parked the car, Liam and I stepped out of it with the help of two huge men in black suits who opened the door for us. Where they came from, alongside the other men dressed similarly but stood close to the jet's stairs was unknown to me and I didn't care about it either.
All I cared about at this moment was the roar of the jet engines that filled the air and welcomed us to the stunning view of Liam's customized jet.
I stared at the jet, a little baffled by its beauty. It was nothing like I had ever seen. The black color of the jet glowed in the sunlight, and its sleek design reflected the wealth and prestige of the Anderson. The thought of boarding this luxurious air transport left me in more awe.