"Two-point-two-five million for a car. Hm." He circled the Daytona slowly, his steps unhurried, eyes drinking in the crimson predator. "You make it sound like a bargain."
"Two-point-two-five million is the base price…sir" The man added. "Though, with exclusivity and demand, the actual figure is closer to—"
"Three?" Rex cut in smoothly, voice flat, almost bored. "Or are you greedy enough to try pushing it to four?"
The salesman blinked, caught off guard. "Well, sir, you must understand… units this rare attract a certain market. for a car of this caliber, sir, it truly is. Ferreri only made 599 of these globally. You're not just buying performance ... you're buying history, legacy, prestige. To own one is to join an elite few. Every detail, every stitch in the leather, is hand-crafted perfection. To own this car Collectors, billionaires—"
