Martha had already made arrangements. By the time Benjamin stepped out into the hotel’s parking area, the car was there waiting for him. It was parked a short distance from the entrance, positioned neatly among the other vehicles. Nothing about it stood out. No flashy finish. No exaggerated design. It looked like an ordinary, well-maintained car, the kind that could pass unnoticed in any part of the city. That was exactly what he had requested. Benjamin’s gaze shifted toward the driver. The man stood beside the car, posture straight, hands lightly clasped in front of him. He looked to be in his late forties, maybe early fifties. His features were calm, composed. There was a quiet professionalism in the way he carried himself. An Asian man. He noticed Benjamin approaching almost immediately and gave a small nod in greeting. “Mr. Benjamin,” he said politely. Benjamin returned the nod. There was no unnecessary exchange. The driver stepped forward, opened the rear door, and wai

Maya reacted almost instantly.The moment she realized who was standing there, her expression changed in a way that was hard to miss. The slight confusion she had earlier simply faded away, replaced by a warm, genuine smile that reached her eyes. It was him. Benjamin. For a short moment, she kept her gaze on him, as if making sure she was not mistaken. Then she turned back toward the couple she had been assisting. They were already near the end of their conversation. Their stance, the way they exchanged small nods, and the ease between them made it clear they had already reached a decision. Maya straightened a little and slipped back into her professional tone. “As discussed,” she said calmly, “this model comes with the full package. Maintenance coverage for the first year is included, and the payment plan we went over earlier is still flexible.” The man gave a small nod. “That works for us,” he said. The woman beside him smiled softly. “We’ll take it.” Maya returned the sm

Maya walked slightly ahead, guiding the direction as Benjamin followed at an easy pace.The section she led him into had a distinct atmosphere compared to the rest of the showroom. The lighting here was more focused, casting a clean glow over each vehicle. The cars were spaced generously, each one given room to stand on its own. Their polished surfaces reflected the overhead lights, giving off a quiet sense of prestige. Maya slowed her steps as they approached the first row. “This is where we keep models that sit right between luxury and performance,” she said, turning slightly toward him. “Not entry level, but not extreme either. A balanced range.” Benjamin gave a small nod, his eyes already scanning the lineup. Maya gestured toward the first car. “Over here, we have the Ferrari Roma,” she began. “It’s priced at about four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Front-engine V8, very smooth drive, and it leans more toward elegance than aggression. It’s one of those cars you can driv

Maya slowed her pace as they approached the next section, her steps becoming more measured before she gave a small, knowing nod and guided him forward. The change was immediate the moment they crossed into the space. Everything felt quieter, almost insulated from the rest of the showroom. The number of cars on display had dropped, yet each one carried a weight that made up for it. These were not just machines arranged for display. They commanded attention without effort. The lighting above had been carefully positioned to trace every curve, every edge, bringing out the depth of the paint and the precision in the bodywork. Even the atmosphere seemed different, as though the space expected a certain level of focus from anyone who entered. Maya came to a stop near the first row and turned slightly toward Benjamin. “These are in the one to two million range,” she said. “This is where things begin to shift. Not just in performance, but in craftsmanship, rarity, and engineering detail.”

Ryan came back to the showroom for the second time as he couldn't believe his ears. He stood at a spot recalling the earlier incident and couldn't help but shake his head. Rose notices that Ryan was a little bit disturbed, she took in a deep breath before she tugged his hands “Ryan,” she called out.This time around, he heard her, but he didn't answer.His mind was racing with different thoughts as his face came up to a frown as he came into an uncertain solution. He had walked in with pride, not with suspicion but with pride: thinking that he already had the answers.Benjamin Wayne. Poor background. Dependent. His connection to Maya explains everything. A man whose influence came from connections not power.That had fit the missing puzzle, too bad.But now, it didn't.Ryan's eyes darted around the showroom as diverse thoughts ran through his mind. The environment remained how it was and had not changed a bit, not even after the confrontation. Staff in uniform as they go on with the