Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 827

Under Charles's relentless begging, Lorna finally caved.

She sneaked into Butler Avery's living quarters.

She knew asking him for the keys would be pointless. He hated them being in the garage to begin with.

Since he was fiercely loyal to the Chairman, there was no way he would hand over a key.

She had to rummage through her father's room. He had mentioned before that he managed most of the estate's practical affairs, including the lockbox for the car keys.

She quickly found a sleek security box. Noticing a keypad, she typed in her birthday, and the lock clicked open instantly.

Even now, her father cherished her above all else.

She stared at the massive pile of keys inside, completely overwhelmed. Unable to tell which was which, she grabbed one at random and hurried back out.

"Did you get them?" Charles asked eagerly.

"Yeah, but there are so many I couldn't tell which was which. I just grabbed a random one. Is this okay?"

Charles snatched the key. "Perfect! This belongs to a Red Ferrari!"

Every car in the Ellington garage was an absolute beast. He wasn't about to be picky.

"I just have to say it again, though," Charles scoffed. "Your manager is ridiculously arrogant. A servant should be the one fetching the keys for you, not making you run and get them yourself. He completely lacks basic respect!"

Charles turned and walked down the row, hitting the unlock button. A short distance away, the sleek Red Ferrari chirped twice, its headlights flashing aggressively.

It looked incredible.

"Whoa, Charles, are you taking it for a spin?" a coworker shouted.

Charles dangled the key arrogantly. "You bet! Lorna insisted I test it out!"

He threw open the door and slid into the leather driver's seat. The coworkers watched with burning envy.

Charles was the only one reaping these incredible perks, all because he was going to marry the heiress.

Sitting behind the wheel, Charles felt like a god. His own BMW felt like absolute garbage compared to this masterpiece.

Lorna and the coworkers sprinted out of the garage, freezing in horror at the scene.

Lorna felt the blood drain from her face.

The car was ruined!

This was a disaster!

She knew exactly how much those cars cost. How was she ever going to explain this?

The coworkers rushed over and yanked a dazed Charles out of the driver's seat.

"Are you okay?" Rachel Ward asked frantically.

Charles's legs gave out. He had almost killed himself.

"I... I'm fine," Charles stammered, deeply embarrassed. "But the car..."

He had just wanted to show off, and he had completely humiliated himself.