The low purr of the McLaren Sabre's twin-turbo V8 filled the parking garage like a beast awakening from slumber. Its glossy red body gleamed under the fluorescent lights, almost as if the car itself sensed the importance of this ride.
Jayden rubbed his palms, smiling faintly.
"Wow…" Lynna murmured from behind him as he approached. "This is yours?"
Jayden turned, remote key in hand, as the car's butterfly doors slowly hissed upward.
"Do you still think I drive a bike?"
Lynna said nothing, only adjusted her dress with a nervous look on her face.
Her confidence, which was once thick enough to choke an elephant, was now thinned into cautious curiosity.
Even now, dressed in a modest black dress and heeled sandals, she still had that mature charm that could easily turn heads in a crowd.
She might really be in her late thirties or early forties, but to be frank, it almost looked like there was no difference between her and her daughter.
