Rhys’s POV
Winchester Business Academy spanned like a fortress of privilege, its tall, gleaming buildings set against perfectly manicured lawns. It was bold and beautiful, a testament to its reputation as the best business school in the country.
I steered the Lamborghini through the gates, which opened for us without hesitation, and guided the car into a spot near the main building. As I cut the engine, I noticed the way students passing by turned to stare. Their gazes lingered—not just on the car, but on us.
It wasn’t just the car, though it helped. It was the way Alex and I carried ourselves.
Alex shifted beside me, adjusting her skirt nervously. She looked stunning, but I didn’t say it. Not yet.
“You’ll fit right in,” I said, leaning back casually. “They’re going to love you.”
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