Vernie froze for a moment, then slowly turned to look at Bruce.
"Are you out of your mind again? What nonsense are you spouting?" she sneered. "Do you even know how much that car costs? Do you realize that just one of its wheels could buy you a dozen wheelchairs?"
"Bruce, let me be clear with you,"
"You'll never drive a car like that in your lifetime. So, stop dreaming about frogs getting the swan."
Her arms crossed and her expression filled with disdain.
"Dang!"
Without bothering to respond, Bruce calmly reached out, picked up the car key from the table, and placed it back down, letting it speak for itself.
Vernie's eyes followed the movement, landing on the key. The distinctive yellow background with the black horse—the unmistakable Ferrari emblem—glared back at her.
She stood t
