I leaned back in the car, still processing everything.
Zack paused, momentarily speechless. Should he tell me the truth—that the car I was riding in belonged to His Highness? Since his injury, he’d mostly avoided driving.
Half his collection sat idle, and the rest were at his villas to stay under the radar. But today? He’d told Zack to rent the nicest one around, specifically for me. It was his way of announcing: “I’m proud of her.” And this was that entrance.
I smiled, savoring the realization. My Kane… he really cared. Enough to make a grand entrance for me. It had to have cost a fortune. I needed to earn more—not just for him, but to show I could match his effort.
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Later, I messaged Sean on f*******:.
MIA: Short on cash. Got any clients?
SEAN: What kind of clients? House-call
