Jilted Ex-wife Billionaire Heiress novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108 Mobbed By Reporters

While Glen’s black sedan drove out of the gated community, four other cars, identical in make and model, slowly rolled through the gates as well.

Callan’s bodyguards, clad in black from head to toe, were behind the wheel.

Their only task today–create enough diversion so Darya’s car could slip away from the media undetected.

If reporters spotted their cars and decided to give chase, they were to take them on a wild goose chase.

For this simple manoeuvre that would take less than an hour to complete, each of the bodyguards was to be

paid a handsome fee of two thousand dollars.

‘Thanks for picking me up,‘ Darya said to Glen Chasey.

‘My pleasure.‘ The assistant checked the rearview mirror, pleased to find no pursuers on their tail.

Darya wore a little black dress inlaid with pearls.

She removed her black sunglasses and checked her makeup in the mirror.

Glen drove straight to the airport and deposited Darya at the private entrance reserved for VIPs.

She waited at the lounge nearest to the tarmac, hoping to catch an early glimpse of her father.

Matthias’s Boeing 757 private jet was scheduled to touch down at the airport in half an hour.

The luxurious lounge was almost two thousand square metres in size, with various seating, dining, and resting options available.

There was more than enough to keep Darya occupied.

She settled into a massage chair and killed time by watching a live stream of Callan’s interview.

Her poor brother, the internationally acclaimed pop star, was besieged by a mob of reporters, who refused to budge until they got the answers they wanted.

‘Callan, is this your new address? Which house is yours?‘

‘Is the rumour about you and Darya true? Are you guys living together?‘

‘Are the two of you dating? Is it serious?‘

The explosive news of Callan and Darya’s alleged secret cohabitation was soon trending online.

Darya felt for her brother.

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The loss of privacy seemed to be a necessary price for fame.

She wondered if Callan could make it to the airport in time.

‘Dolly!‘

Darya sprang up when she heard a familiar voice.

She ran out of the lounge towards her father, who just stepped out of a black BMW transporting him across the

tarmac.

In the distance, the Boeing 757 sat silently.

Darya hadn’t noticed the plane touching down.

Matthias wore a white polo shirt, white shorts and a white baseball cap, looking like he’d just stepped off a golf

course.

He removed his cap and waved it at his girl, beaming.

Darya launched herself into his waiting arms. ‘Dad! Welcome back!‘

Laughing, Matthias picked her up and spun her in a circle. ‘Hello, my little princess.‘

He pulled back to take in her appearance. ‘Love the dress.‘

He frowned. ‘Have you lost weight? You are looking too skinny.”

‘I gained two and a half kg in the past week,‘ Darya said, smiling. ‘Callan likes to stress–eat when he gets cooped up. You are looking good, Dad. I like the tan.‘

Matthias kept himself in shape.

He was on the wrong side of fifty but had the physique of a thirty–year–old.

The only evidence of his age, as observed by Darya, was his head of thinning air.

His widow’s peak was also growing more prominent, but Darya decided to keep that to herself.

She linked arms with her father. ‘Let’s get you out of the heat.‘

‘Where’s Callan?‘ Matthias handed his carry–on luggage to the waiting assistant.

Glen stayed to handle the baggage.

‘Still stuck with the reporters, I guess. We took separate cars to avoid the media.‘ Darya looked back towards the tarmac. ‘Where’s my big brother? I thought he was flying back with you.‘

‘I was supposed to pick him up in the city of Whiteston, but he got held up by work. He’s taking the next commercial flight back.‘ Matthias checked his watch. ‘Should be about an hour or two.‘

‘We’ll have lunch in the lounge, then. Wait for him. And Callan.‘

They sauntered into the Michelin–star restaurant in the private lounge and enjoyed a leisurely three–course meal.

Over seared scallops with potatoes and caviar, Matthias regaled his daughter with stories from his adventures.

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Knowing her father’s tendency to embellish, Darya had learned to take his accounts with a liberal pinch of salt.

Like the story where he got captured by a cannibal tribe and only escaped by the skin of his teeth.

Avery arrived near the end of lunch.

Callan was still a no–show.

Darya was about to book a 30–minute spa treatment when her phone vibrated with an incoming text.

She read it. ‘Callan just reached the airport. Finally. His car’s pulling up outside the terminal. Sadly, the reporters came with him.‘

Matthias was unconcerned. ‘They won’t get past airport security.‘

Darya agreed. ‘Let’s take exit B, just to be safe. Callan’s at exit A.‘

But they underestimated the paparazzi’s determination to get the freshest scoop.