Everyone went silent, stunned by the shocking reality that Ethan was the owner of that luxury car.
They looked like deer caught in headlights, faces twisted in bewilderment as though they’d just been handed the world’s hardest riddle.
Ethan strolled out of the house to move his car, making room for Gisel’s car—the one he’d actually bought as a gift for his wife—to park in the driveway.
"H-he actually owns that car, Lily?" Grace stammered, disbelief etched across her face.
Lily struggled to respond. As far as she knew, that car wasn’t Ethan’s; it belonged to his friend, Andres—a Lieutenant Colonel in the Army.
"No way! That has to be his friend’s car. Or maybe even his boss’s. He's probably secretly working as a chauffeur for some rich family so he can borrow this fancy car and pretend
