Megan stepped out of the club and immediately spotted Amber walking toward Ryan, who was leaning against the Audi R8. From a distance, she called out with a mischievous grin.
"Well, looks like you made the smarter choice, Amber!" Megan shouted, her voice loud enough for them to hear. "Went for the rich guy instead of sticking around with the rest of us!"
Amber didn’t respond, just waved casually in Megan’s direction before continuing toward Ryan.
Ryan gave Amber a slow, appraising look, taking in her transformation. The bold makeup was still there, but now she was dressed simply—jeans, a sweatshirt, and worn-out white sneakers. He studied her silently for a moment before breaking the quiet with a teasing smirk.
"Doesn't look like you’re making much dancing naked," he said with a sharp smile. He gestured toward the car. "Get in."
Amber let out a low grunt, clearly irritated, and muttered a curse under her breath. She sat back in the seat, glaring at Ryan.
"You're always such a charmer,
