Chapter 38

• Every head turned as midnight blue McLaren 720S glided to the curb, its paint catching the city lights, the sleek aerodynamic lines cutting through the night like a moving shadow. The butterfly doors lifted upward in one smooth, elegant motion, and from inside, Ivy stepped out slowly.
• Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders in soft, deliberate waves, the kind that added a touch of drama to her entrance. Under the glow of the streetlights, her porcelain skin almost seemed to luminesce. She wore a cream satin blouse with a simple cut, beige trousers, and slim heels—casual on the surface, yet every detail radiated an effortless kind of luxury.
• “Am I late?” Her voice rang clear, instantly drawing the attention of everyone gathered in front of the restaurant.