"Is that?!!" Esther was speechless, her jaw practically unhinging as she stared at the four sports cars standing in front of her.
In the midst of the grime and decay of the Southern District, the vehicles shone like polished gems dropped into a mud puddle. They didn't just look expensive; they looked alien in their perfection, their paint catching the dull sun and throwing it back with arrogant brilliance.
Lucian stepped out of the black Bugatti, the door rising smoothly. He adjusted his collar, looking entirely too comfortable amidst such extravagance.
"What kept you guys waiting... We have things to do," He added, leaning casually against the multimillion-dollar machine as if it were a park bench.
"Like you like working." Treasure shook her head, dismissing his feigned diligence. She turned to Esther, expecting a question, only to see the lady drooling.
