Chapter 157: Taking A Look Around The Flying Palace

Liam and Captain Adler exchanged firm handshakes, the older man’s grip respectful and very steady, testament to the number of years he has flown.Behind him stood his co-pilot, a broad-shouldered man in his forties with a neatly trimmed beard, and three hostesses, each dressed immaculately in tailored uniforms.

They greeted Liam one after another, voices polite, postures professional. Yet beneath the polished manners, Liam could see the faint tremor in their eyes. Shock. Disbelief. Even a touch of fear.

They couldn’t help it. Their minds were trying to reconcile two truths: that this was no ordinary private jet, and that its owner, the man they were now addressing as sir, was not a seasoned tycoon or retired magnate — but a young man barely out of boyhood.

If this had been a Gulfstream G700 or a Bombardier Global 8000, they might have nodded in silent acceptance. Ultra-wealthy people buying private jets was nothing new. But this... this was different.

The Airbus A380 — the double-decked giant, the behemoth of the skies. An aircraft so massive and complex that only the richest airlines and national carriers had ever operated it.

Its private version had been dubbed "The Flying Palace," whispered about in aviation circles as a fantasy project for oil sheikhs and royalty, and even then, it was considered impossible to bring to life.

And now... here it was. Real. Finished. Gleaming like a black titan under the hangar lights. And it belonged to a kid.

How? That was the question buried in each of their hearts. How was this possible? How was this fair?

Liam caught those silent thoughts reflected in their expressions, but he said nothing. There was nothing to be said. Explanations wouldn’t lessen the shock. Time wouldn’t either. All he could do was let reality itself do the talking.

"Follow me, sir," Captain Adler said with a professional smile, gesturing toward the lift.

Liam inclined his head, and the group moved. One of the hostesses hurried ahead, heels clicking against the polished concrete, joining them as the lift descended.
work — land, sea, air — an autonomous infrastructure built entirely around himself.

The message was clear: this wasn’t about luxury. It was about power.

Liam leaned back against the sofa and turned his head toward Captain Adler. "We’re ready. Take us into the air."

Adler bowed his head once. "Yes, sir. I’ll have them tow us out immediately."

As the captain left to issue the order, Daniel turned back to Liam, wanting to start making arrangements.

"Where are we flying?" He asked, his voice edged with disbelief.

Liam smiled faintly, "My private island."

Daniel sat back slowly, words failing him. For the first time in years, the seasoned banker — who had seen everything, calculated everything — was left utterly speechless.