Harry Hunter's private jet rose into the night sky, with the bright lights of A City illuminating the bustling scene of a metropolis.
Harry sat down next to Isabella Weaver, reaching out to gently stroke her soft hair.
He couldn't remember how many times he'd flown; before taking over Star Region Group, he traveled everywhere around the world and found nothing special about it. But now, somehow, he felt that flying was a pleasant experience.
This private jet belonged entirely to him, not an asset of the Hunter Family. It was the most expensive thing he'd bought since he started earning money independently.
"Isabella, do you like flying?"
Isabella's eyes were openly filled with joy: "I like it!"
"If you like it, then this jet is yours. Consider it my wedding gift to you."
Isabella was dumbfounded!
She liked flying, and he just gave her a jet?
If she liked stars, would he pluck one from the sky for her too?
Such an expensive thing, he just gives it away without even thinking?