"Enough. Drop it. I said I'd show you the garage, and I meant it," Lorna said sharply before turning to Butler Avery, shooting him a desperate, pleading look.
"Just a quick look around, Manager Avery. We'll be out in five minutes. I promise nothing will get damaged."
"No! If the Chairman finds out..."
"If he finds out, I'll take full responsibility! Stop trying to block us!"
Lorna shoved Butler Avery out of the way and marched toward the massive garage doors, her coworkers trailing behind her.
Butler Avery scrambled after them.
He agonized over what terrible karma had brought this upon him.
When the garage doors opened, a collective gasp echoed through the group.
Over a hundred luxury vehicles sat under pristine lighting, ranging from sleek sports cars to imposing SUVs.
The sheer scale and architectural elegance made it look like a private, ultra-exclusive auto show.
"Oh my god! Is this what it means to be truly rich?"
"Look at all these supercars! I'm dizzy just looking at them. I don't even recognize half these logos!"
"That's a Rolls-Royce! That's got to be worth tens of millions of dollars!"
"I'm literally crying from jealousy right now! It's beautiful!"
The group scattered, swarming the vehicles, posing dramatically, and snapping endless photos and videos.
Lorna leaned against a pillar, a smug smile spreading across her face.
She lived for this exact reaction. She thrived on their awe and envy.
Lorna offered an awkward, tight smile. For some reason, her heart began to hammer erratically, and a deep sense of dread settled in her stomach.
"You know, Lorna, you're way too low-profile. With all these cars, you still take a cab to work? You should drive one in! Or better yet, I'll be your personal chauffeur. The lineup over there is incredible. We could start at the end of the row and rotate every day."
Charles was itching to get behind the wheel, but he tried to play it cool.
"Charles, why are you so obsessed with the cars? If these didn't belong to me, would you still love me?" Lorna asked, her insecurity flaring.
"Of course I would! My love for you is pure. By the way, where are the keys? Let me just take one for a quick spin. I just want to feel the engine."
"No, you can't."
Bringing them inside the garage was already a massive risk. A test drive was out of the question.
"Lorna, come on. I'm already here. Are you really going to break my heart? My hands are just itching to drive one. Just a quick spin! Please, let me have this!"

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The readers' comments on the novel: Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn
Gente que final mais sem Graça ,author simplesmente estragou tudo no final!...
Aff ta estragando...
Ah por favor author nao estrague o final !...
Sim (eu sabia o final nao podia ser assim)quero meu bebe dylan vivo um belo casamento e de quebra 2 filhos pra eles bianca salva e por favor author quero que a michele sofra esse final que ta agora da bianca que seja da michele sem lingua pernas e bracos sem olhos e mendigando!...
Gente cade o mentor dela e a pedra tem que ser algo que de pra ressuscitar o dylan e a bianca! Nao me importo com nada so quero eylan de volta com ela um belo casamento entre os 2!...
Gente nao creio nisso dylan e bianca morrerem!...
She's too busy winning to watch him cry novel pls post this novel...
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