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The roaring of Liam's private jet slowly stopped with my hands still clutching tightly on the armrest. Even with Liam's assuring eyes as he sat opposite me in his private jet, it was still hard for me to get over the turbulence, well, at least we were on the floor.

Liam led me out of the jet, and down the stairs, holding my hands gently until we got down to the floor. It took everything in me to stop myself from kissing the floor.

Twenty minutes of staying away from the ground for someone with a phobia of heights was a terrible feeling as I thought of disastrous what-ifs, but I'm glad I'm finally on the floor unharmed.

Theodore followed after me while Liam took me down the stairs, but took the lead to the black car waiting for us with three convoys behind.

A man already stood close to the door and opened it for us when we got there. While Liam helped me into the car, Theodore waited for Liam to get in before he entered the passenger seat.