Chapter 11 - Escaping The Media Circus Into A Private Car
Inside the luxurious, soundproof cabin of the Maybach, the chaotic noise of the city instantly faded into peaceful silence. Lily looked around wide-eyed at the polished wood trim, custom ambient lighting, and built-in mini refrigerator.
"Is this spaceship ours, Daddy?" baby Maya asked innocently, her tiny tummy letting out a loud, audible rumble. Jonathan’s heart twisted in agony as he realized his daughter hadn't eaten a proper meal in days.
"It's better than a spaceship, sweetie; it's our chariot," Jonathan smiled warmly, pulling a box of gourmet pastries from the cooler. Lily’s eyes lit up as she grabbed a chocolate croissant, immediately feeding a small piece to her baby sister.
Marcus glanced back through the partition glass, his expression filled with quiet, respectful understanding. "Where to, Mr. Sterling? Back to the Fifth Avenue penthouse or out of the city?" Marcus asked cautiously.
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"Drive us to the private airstrip in Teterboro, Marcus," Jonathan commanded, wrapping his arms securely around both girls. "We're going home to our real sanctuary where no paparazzi or greedy billionaires can ever touch us."
Marcus nodded firmly, hitting the accelerator as the Maybach merged seamlessly onto the interstate highway heading north.
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