The roar of the twin-turbocharged V8 engine slowly faded into a deep, aggressive purr, as Rick smoothly steered the thirty-million-dollar matte-carbon Koenigsegg Gemera up the pristine, perfectly illuminated private driveway of the Dragon's Peak Pavilion.
He easily drove past the armed mercenary guards who were still standing at strict military attention far behind them, because this entire multi-billion-dollar mountain fortress was now his absolute, legally owned domain.
Victoria sat in the luxurious passenger seat, as her ice-blue eyes were completely wide and unblinking, entirely unable to process the sheer, impossible magnitude of the heaven-defying reality unfolding right in front of her face.
Even her brilliant, highly calculated corporate brain was violently short-circuiting under the crushing weight of Rick's hidden wealth.
