10 Darwin stood staring at the gleaming fleet of vehicles, still overwhelmed by all that was unfolding. James waited patiently with an understanding smile. "I must admit, the choice is rather daunting," Darwin said with an embarrassed chuckle. "All of these magnificent machines are far beyond what

12 "CEO? But I've run this company for 20 years!" Randolph exclaimed with incredulity. "And you will continue to provide your expertise, as sir Wettin's assistant." James's calm demeanor hid the satisfaction of stripping Randolph down a peg. Randolph shot to his feet, face reddening. "Assistant?

14 Trevor's face began to pale as the waiter caught the keys tossed so casually by Darwin. The girls seemed to notice this shift as well, their laughter trailing off uncertainly. "That's impossible!" sputtered Trevor. But doubt was creeping into his voice. The girls exchanged uneasy glances. "There must be some mistake," said Britney weakly. "No way..." breathed Trixie, her eyes moving between Darwin and the keys in the waiter's hand. "You really weren't lying?" Darwin simply smiled calmly. "No need to prove anything, as I said. But it seems the truth has revealed itself now, wouldn't you agree?" Nick, who had been watching with a shocked expression, let out a low whistle. "Blimey Darwin, when were you going to tell me you owned a Rolls?!" "It's a long story man," Darwin replied smoothly. The waiter walked away, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Trevor turned angrily to Darwin, he seemed to have found his voice again, though it shook slightly. "Alright.. alright, what

16 Darwin's jaw clenched in irritation. This arrogant girl was trying his patience with her scornful assumptions. Taking a deep breath to calm his rising frustration, Darwin recognized this girl's arrogance knew no bounds. He owed her no explanation, yet she demanded proof like an entitled child. "I have nothing to prove to you," Darwin replied evenly, though simmering frustration remained. "I am the rightful owner of this vehicle, whether you believe it or not." This spoiled child knew nothing of his circumstances, yet insisted on mocking him for her own amusement. She tossed her hair dismissively. "Of course you don't, poor boy, pauper. We both know you're just a driver pretending. I'll believe it when I see paperwork." Her smug grin only fueled his irritation. Her followers tittered obediently at her livestream. Darwin suppressed an eye roll. Inside, he seethed. Who was this girl to insult and belittle him so without cause? Did she not see the disrespect in her tone and

18 Darwin adjusted his posture, moving with a casual grace from the plush leather seat as he prepared to confront the girl. Just then, a figure approached, it was very professional looking saleswoman, once at their level, she spoke in a nice but strong way. "Excuse me, miss," she interjected, addressing the livestreaming girl with a courteous tone. "I couldn't help but overhear some confusion on your part. May I offer some clarification?" The girl, momentarily halting her broadcast, eyed the saleswoman with a mix of curiosity and residual arrogance. The saleswoman, for her part, offered a smile that managed to be warm despite the tension. "You see," she began, her gaze sweeping towards the car in question, "this isn't just any ordinary 3 series. What we have here is the limited edition Audi 8 series," she said, her hand gracefully highlighting the car's midnight blue elegance. Darwin observed the saleswoman closely—her auburn hair perfectly styled, her navy pantsuit tailored to