Aliana’s POV

As soon as we arrived at the private airstrip and caught sight of the jet, Mercy and I stopped in our tracks.

It was enormous—smooth, dark, and unmistakably pricey.

Like a scene from a billionaire’s dream.

I was aware that Freddy had wealth. Wealthy beyond measure.

But watching his private jet parked there as if it were just another vehicle in his collection? That was a completely different matter.

"Alright," Mercy exhaled next to me, her eyes wide open. "I was aware of his wealth, but this?" "This is absurd."

I emitted a tiny chuckle, shaking my head.

Kyle, naturally, couldn't let the opportunity slip by without jesting....