The Graham Heir—I Am Not An Adopted Nobody

Chapter 71: The Billionaire’s Playground

Avery couldn't help but burst into laughter as the reality of the situation hit her. “Wait— you’re actually skipping school just to go shopping?” she asked, still a bit shocked by the idea. Anna just flipped her hair over her shoulder with a confident look and said, 

“This isn’t just any type of shopping.” Avery narrowed her eyes playfully and let out a curious “Oh?” to which Anna grinned and replied, “This is emotional therapy shopping.”

 They both laughed, and suddenly the atmosphere in the penthouse felt so much lighter— excited, and maybe even a little dangerously carefree.

The girls started getting ready, and Anna was the first to change. She stepped out looking incredibly expensive in a fitted ivory blazer over a champagne silk top, paired with tailored beige shorts and a gold chain belt. 

With her white designer boots and diamond studs, she looked effortlessly high end. 

Avery came out a few moments later, looking fresh and naturally beautiful in a soft blue pleated skirt, a cream knit top, and a pastel cardigan draped over her shoulders. 

Anna looked her up and down and teased, “Okay… you look dangerous,” which made Avery blush as she joked back, “You started this.”

They grabbed their bags and started walking down the private hallway, but halfway there, Anna came to a dead stop, and Avery almost bumped right into her. “What?” Avery asked, confused. Anna crossed her arms and said, “I don’t want to drive the Pagani.” 

Avery blinked, not understanding the problem. “Why not? It’s cool. I’m getting used to the steering already.” But Anna shook her head and smirked, saying, “No. That’s not it. 

I want to bother Robert.” Avery covered her mouth to hide a smile and told her, “You’re evil,” but Anna was already dialing his number.

Robert answered the phone on the second ring with a simple “Yes?” Anna played it cool and said, “I don’t want to drive the Pagani for shopping. Give me access to the private garage.” 

There was a short pause on the other end before Robert calmly replied, “No problem. It’s all yours.” Anna’s smile widened instantly as she gushed, “Thank you sooo much. You’re literally the sweetest, best brother in the world.” Robert just let out a soft sigh and told her, “I’ll be in my suite. Come down.”

They met him downstairs, where Robert was leaning against the wall in a white shirt and black pants, looking calm and completely untouchable. He handed Anna a sleek, matte black access card and told her, “Swipe this and you'll get the full access.” 

Anna grabbed it and joked, “Thank you, Your Majesty,” but he just ignored the sarcasm and told her, “Be careful.” Avery glanced at him shyly, and of course, Robert noticed, he always noticed the small things.

When they reached the private garage, a deep mechanical sound echoed as the massive doors slid open, and suddenly light poured over rows of polished carbon fiber and chrome. Avery’s jaw dropped in total shock as she whispered, “Oh… my… God.” 

Even Anna stood there frozen for a second, because even though she’d seen it before, it still felt unreal. This wasn't just a garage, it was a private automotive museum filled with some of the rarest cars on the planet.

Right in the middle sat a midnight blue Bugatti Chiron that looked like a weapon, and beside it was an all white Bugatti Mistral called the “Glacier Phantom Edition.”

 It was a one of one masterpiece worth five hundred million dollars, its white carbon fiber shimmering under the lights. The collection went on forever— a black and gold Bugatti, a deep red Koenigsegg built for world records, and silver Pagani that looked like handcrafted art. 

There was even a McLaren Sabre worth three hundred million and a Koenigsegg Trevita that cost seven hundred million dollars.

Further back, under softer lighting, were the legendary classics. There was a cherry red 1995 Ferrari F50 prototype worth four hundred and fifty million dollars, a silver Mercedes Benz, and a vintage Aston Martin. 

Avery walked slowly between the rows, stunned that this was all just Robert’s personal collection, and Anna admitted she had been just as shocked the first time.

 They circled the white Bugatti again, and Avery didn't even dare to touch it. Anna smirked and told her, “You have good taste.” They debated for thirty minutes over which one to take, but finally, Anna tossed the key fob in the air and said, “We’re taking the Mistral.” Avery actually squealed with excitement.

The Bugatti roared to life with a growl like a controlled storm, and soon they were cruising through the city with the top down and the wind in their hair. 

People stopped in their tracks and pulled out their phones to film the car, which reflected the sunlight like a massive diamond. 

Anna laughed and said, “This is therapy,” while Avery leaned back and agreed that it all felt totally unreal. When Anna asked which mall they should go to, Avery thought about it for a second and then grinned, choosing “Mall Two,” the ultra modern influencer heaven.

When they pulled up to the Aurelia Nova District, the valets and security guards practically froze in place. Crowds gathered instantly, wondering if they were celebrities, but Anna and Avery walked inside calmly like this was just a normal Tuesday.

 Inside, under the glass ceilings and crystal lights, Anna started grabbing everything in sight— limited edition bags, custom sneakers, and even diamond lined phone cases.

 Avery looked at the mountain of shopping bags and asked, “Where do you plan to fit all this in the car?” Anna just shrugged and joked, “Space appears automatically,” and they both burst into laughter. 

They even picked up some fancy drinks and chocolates, with Avery softly adding, “For Robert too.” Anna noticed the gesture and just smiled.

After leaving their shopping with the staff, Anna decided it was time for the “Spa.” Avery nodded in total agreement, and soon they were wrapped in silk robes, surrounded by the scent of sandalwood and soft music. 

They had facial masks, hot stone massages, and spent time in the steam room just talking and sharing stories until all the stress between them completely faded away. 

Avery giggled during the facial and told Anna, “You look like a ghost,” to which Anna jokingly snapped back, “Shut up.”

Finally, they hit the hair salon to get ready to see Avery’s mother. Anna got soft, glossy waves, and Avery chose a sleek style with gentle curls at the ends— something subtle and elegant.

 Anna looked at their reflections and said, “I want her to see us looking perfect,” and Avery nodded quietly, agreeing that it was important.

 But as they stood there on the open balcony of the shopping district, they didn't notice a man standing perfectly still, watching them with sharp eyes. It was Tristan, and he was staring right at them.