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Now his company is worth Billions of dollars. Scott and Mike both arrived at Scott’s driveway. His mansion was very big, he has a beautiful landscape, with multiple cars parked in his driveway and a secured gating system. His driver was standing at the side of the car door. One of his favorite car brands was Ferrari. He walked towards the car his driver was standing close to and got into the backseat while Mike got into the front seat with the driver. The driver started the car and drove off.

I couldn’t even imagine how much that cost. Still, Sam and him had gotten into it about something in the city. They now argued every time they were within eye-line of each other. Kevin escaped in his very modest Toyota Sequoia. The only thing that wasn’t modest was the color. It was in what was called a Supersonic Red and I didn’t think that large of a car needed to be supersonic. That was not the point, but far be it from me to point it out.

Noah replied crisply as if the white car with pink ribbons that was still very smooth was just a toy car. Yes, this morning was so exciting for Grace because in the yard of their house was parked a car other than Noah's super expensive car. The Handa S660, which was equipped with a 660cc turbo engine, was not as expensive as Noah's super luxury car, but for a small car weighing less than 900kg, it was top of its class. However, for Grace, it was simply too much. "This is crazy. Ops!" Grace immediately replied spontaneously and then reflexively closed her mouth, "Noah, you're not crazy, right? You don't make jokes that go too far, can you?" she continued to protest.

Max said and I nodded getting up and following him out. "Did I tell you that Nate got me a car?" Max asked and I raised my brows. "No, you didn't." I said shaking my head. "Well, after our fight last night, he asked me to give him back the car but I didn't because it was registered under my name already. So there was no use of giving it back to him." Max said. "I present to you - Stephanie." Max said pointing to a Brand New Yellow Tesla. "Omg!, This is beautiful." I said stunned by the car.

Jeremy didn’t linger after storming out of the boardroom. He bolted for the private garage under Cali Solar, boots hammering the concrete, fury driving every step. His two Italian beasts waited there—prized machines parked like royalty: a Ferrari 812 Superfast, red as spilled blood, and a Lamborghini Aventador, black as midnight.

"We never got to eat, you must be hungry," remarks Caspian as he keys in the code. A metal door smoothly slides open to reveal the biggest garage I've ever seen. There must be more than ten cars in there and several motorcycles. Why would they need that many cars? From practical sedans and SUVs to fancy sports cars. There is a BMW, a Jeep, a Buick, a Ferrari, a Porsche, a Bugatti...just wow! There are a few other exotic cars that I have never seen before and have no slightest idea what the make of them, but my mouth water at the sight of a red 1967 Corvette. That baby is totally lickable!

"The chassis is reinforced titanium, the engine is a custom hybrid turbine, and the interior is sound-isolated to zero decibels. There are no brand markings, no corporate logos, and no tracking signatures on the public grid. It will not stand out, Olivia. To the world, it is an ordinary sedan. But to me, it is a fortress that you can control." I looked at the key in my palm, then up at the man who had quite literally commissioned a custom, invisible supercar just to satisfy my desire for a normal interview. "You are absolutely insane," I laughed breathlessly, throwing my arms around his neck. "I am protective," he corrected, his arms locking around my waist to pull me into a deep, fierce, an