By the time he reached the university, his veins still hummed, his body buzzing with the aftershock of joy. He slowed at the gates, and even at a crawl the Ferrari stole the spotlight.
But compared to the Regalia, this was tame. Almost modest.
The Regalia wasn't a car, it was a monster… the kind of machine that screamed old money and old power, a relic that whispered of dynasties and oil tycoons. The sort of vehicle billionaires didn't even drive but parked in glass fortresses just to gloat about owning something the world couldn't touch.
It was too much, even for him. Hell, he didn't even know the exact price, just that it was well over ten million and not something you could snag with a swipe of a black card. Exclusive didn't even begin to cover it.
