The air buzzed with a thick mixture of excitement, envy, and satisfaction as Aaron settled back into his seat. The final number had been called—seventy million dollars. And the winning paddle had been his.
A hush had briefly fallen over the crowd after the gavel slammed down, followed by a wave of murmurs and scattered applause. It wasn’t just a win—it was a statement. After the fierce head-to-head bidding war with Lucas, Aaron could finally exhale. This wasn’t about the car. It never had been. It was about pride, legacy, and drawing a clear line in the sand.
He didn’t even glance at Lucas. He didn’t need to.
Instead, his gaze drifted to the sleek car on display, bathed in soft golden lighting. The body of the car shimmered under the chandeliers—smooth, predatory, almost alive. It was a
