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“Choose whatever you want, Babe.” Meredith had no idea where to even start to look. She asked the salesman to show her some more subtle cars. She didn’t want something that screamed money. It embarrassed her when she went places that didn’t also scream money. She walked around following the man and half listening as he showed her a Land Rover and a Mustang. She didn’t really want such a large vehicle like the Land Rover and the Mustang would be too small for more than two people to fit comfortably. Also she didn’t like the blind spots in the Mustang.

"How is this even possible? How can you possibly be her?" "I really must be on my way, I'm already running late. But I suppose I can't refuse the car, it would be impolite to decline." Astrid remarks. With a press of her car key, Astrid summoned forth the Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, a testament to automotive ingenuity. The supercar, an embodiment of design brilliance, responded with an almost theatrical flourish. Its iconic gull-wing doors unfurled elegantly, as if guided by an unseen hand, revealing the opulent and powerful interior concealed within.

Sofia's mood turned sour as she watch what was happening. _this girls has no shame_ She tried to get his attention before he disappeared from her sight.She open the window and grab the first file that she is bringing together with her in the meeting.She saw how Lore spin his heels cooly when he noticed the car beaming. With his amazing height and body proportions nobody will ever resist to not giggle because its not the only thing that is attracting them,his face is clearly a weapon too. "Good day Mr.Sandavid"she was glad that her irritation didn't clammed her out she can still face him without ruining her built in face whenever he is around.

Gazing through the window. Tony Flynn, a small man in a bulldogish face, caught a lady stopped her car in front of the enormous gate. The lady had an orange-brown, knee-length silky skirt on and a cream-coloured, well tailored, buttoned-down satin shirt. Her outfit was not too baggy, not too tight. "She's here! She's here!" He clamored over the phone. "I'm sure she will be upstairs in a minute. I'll join you right away." Tony ended the call with excitement.

Amber was sure there was nothing serious going on, with his very tight and busy schedule Kevin haven't got time to mess around with ladies anyways, and she's heard from the old man that Kevin was weary of women and hated their company, another good point for her. She will try her best to secure hats she's landed herself. While old Dr Ace and Jerry Wu talked about little things a white sport car suddenly enters the mansion wnd packed in the neatly defined packing lot where numerous other cars are packed in a neat and colour oriented order. A lady climbed down the driver's seat and Amber strained her eyes to see who it was. The lady has on a long black pant with a pair of black sandals and whi

~~~*~~~ The entire ride home was silent, not the uncomfortable type, but the type that was peaceful. The type that you didn't mind having, and the type that felt natural. Lily leaned back in her seat, allowing her eyes to roam around the interior of the car. It was a Porsche. The latest Macan model, she recognized. She'd always admired the way the vehicle looked, it was perhaps the only car in the world that she would consider spending thousands and millions on without flinching. Her favorite car. She wondered if Aaron knew this. "You have good taste," she commented, her gaze flickering from the black interior, to the man sitting beside her.

"It will take more than a gold bar to get you a truck full of Mercury," The Lady replied, her voice silky smooth despite the hardness of her words. Emma caught the flicker of surprise that crossed the woman's face—a brief widening of those eyes before her features settled back into practiced neutrality. The Lady's perfectly manicured fingers tapped once, twice against the polished table, betraying her interest despite her cool demeanor.

“Tonight, we are joined by one whose name needs no introduction… but whose presence is a rare honor. You know her as a legend, a hero, the fiercest defender of the Aetherborn way. A woman feared, revered, and loved in equal measure.” The stands broke into a wild roar, students leaping to their feet. Screams of joy, applause like thunder. Nyx’s lips curled faintly. “Behold, The Lady.” The gates opened, and she appeared. Clad in armor black as midnight and trimmed in silver flame, the Lady moved with terrifying grace. Her presence swallowed the arena; even her silence demanded worship. Her long hair, pale as moonlight, flowed behind her, and her eyes, burning amethyst seemed to see into every

Questions would turn into investigations. And sooner or later… The truth would surface. My gaze lingers on one of Lila’s photos on the screen, my expression softening just slightly. No one knows who Lady M is. No one has ever seen her face. To the world, she is only a name. A presence. A force behind influence and power, and she is Lila Armitage’s grandmother. And that is exactly how I intend to keep it. For now. Because the moment I step into the light…

Lady Eleanor Thorne the Elder was sipping tea from a Ming Dynasty porcelain cup, as if she had never been exiled just days ago. And beside her stood a young woman who presented a stark contrast to Liora. Her name was Isabella de Montfort not the Isabella who had been ruined in the Alps, but one whose image had been "cleansed" by Eleanor, wearing a white Chanel silk gown symbolizing aristocratic purity. "Ah, Mavric. My rebellious son has finally come home," Lady Eleanor placed her cup down with a soft clink that echoed through the hall. "And you brought... your hacker 'staff' with you."