The sleek, black Bugatti rolled to a slow, calculated stop in front of the Hawt family mansion, the quiet purr of its engine a stark contrast to the tense silence that fell over the estate.
Solen and his sister, Genia, were standing by the window, watching in stunned disbelief. The car glistened in the late afternoon light, its presence as imposing as it was luxurious, a limited edition worth more than most homes. Only a handful of people in the world could boast ownership of such a car, and each one carried the kind of power and influence that commanded respect.
“Who…?” Genia whispered, her eyes wide as she exchanged a bewildered look with Solen.
Solen’s brow furrowed, his gaze never leaving the car. He knew every power player in the city, yet this Bugatti didn’t belong to any of them
