Around 9 p.m., Liam Thorne pulled the Ferrari 488 Spider—its rear bumper now a jagged mess of carbon fiber—into the VIP parking level of the Park Hyatt New York at One World Trade.
In the dim, expensive lighting of the underground garage, Liam sighed as he stepped out. He took several high-resolution photos of the wreckage and sent them via w******p to Wang Qinian, his contact at the Greenwich dealership, to inquire about insurance and logistics.
If a Ferrari 488 Spider in pristine condition looks like a sleeping beauty while parked, its current state was more like a "worn-out flower." It was a beautiful machine, but a fragile one—and the worst part was that Liam hadn't even enjoyed it for a full week.
Wang Qinian’s call came through within sixty seconds.
"Mr. Thorne, I’ve seen the pho
