Chapter 299
Chapter 299:
Gabriela even toyed with the idea of asking her to stay at the villa longer.
By the next day, word that Wesley had spent the night at Gabriela’s home spread quietly but swiftly within select circles.
“If you want a fancy car, just say so,” Stewart said with a laugh, tossing him a set of keys. “Go, drive the car to Apex Group and circle around for half a day.” The vehicle was a Bugatti, purchased by Stewart only a month ago, worth upwards of twenty million.
Erik gripped the keys, their weight heavy in his hand. “Mr. Williams, this doesn’t seem appropriate p>
“Just drive,” Stewart ordered, his eyes lingering on the deep-sea city model, his expression unreadable.
Knowing Stewart’s wealth and stubbornness, Erik complied, driving to Apex Group.
That afternoon, a juicy piece of gossip buzzed through Apex Group’s halls: some flashy tycoon in a super-luxury car had been circling their building all day, ignoring security’s orders to leave. Some employees speculated, “Maybe his girlfriend is dumping him for Mr. Moss, and he’s flexing his wealth for revenge p>
Downstairs, Erik had looped the plaza thirty times, head spinning, regretting his comment about Billy’s car. Without Stewart’s signal to halt, Erik wouldn’t have dared to pull over. The bright red Bugatti, a dazzling pinnacle of automotive luxury, inevitably drew eyes as it looped endlessly, becoming the hot topic at Apex Group and pulling in a curious crowd.
Dо𝘄𝗇lo𝗮𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘭𝗲 р𝗗𝘍ѕ 𝗼𝗇
When Billy relayed the spectacle to Wesley, he was baffled. “Erik is behind the wheel, but this must be Mr. Williams’s order. I wonder what Mr. Williams is up to p>
Wesley, who was familiar with Stewart, saw through the stunt. Flipping through papers nonchalantly, he said, “Ignore it p>
While Wesley brushed off Stewart’s taunt, Erik, stuck circling the Apex Group building over a hundred times, was miserable. Billy, taking pity, went downstairs to grab him an energy drink.
“Erik, I already know you have a car better than mine. Take a break,” Billy said.
Erik’s face reddened, his frustration bottled up with nowhere to go.
He had always known Stewart could be spiteful, but this level of pettiness—showing off his car to Wesley to prove that he was generous with his employees—was unexpected.
After two hundred dizzying laps, the workday ended, and Stewart finally instructed Erik to stop. Erik climbed out of the vehicle, legs trembling and stomach twisting. From that moment, he swore never to drive a luxury car again; he even developed a lasting phobia of driving.
As Gabriela and Aubrey stepped out of the company building, they caught sight of the red Bugatti pulling up to the curb.
“There’s that car!” Aubrey exclaimed, pointing at the Bugatti. “I looked it up online—it’s worth over twenty-five million p>
Gabriela, uninterested in flashy vehicles, just wanted to slip away. Her foot had healed enough for her to walk and catch the bus alone. “If you want to stare, go for it. I’m heading home,” she said.
She worried that lingering might mean Wesley catching up, insisting on giving her a ride. Since he had held her all morning the other day, she felt uneasy around him, craving some distance.
Before she could escape, a figure approached her slowly—a tall man in a sleek, smoky gray coat, his posture confident. As he drew nearer, his face came into view, not as striking as Wesley’s, but undeniably captivating. Gabriela felt a spark of recognition, as if she had seen him before.
Before she could place him, Aubrey gasped beside her. “Wow, a real heartthrob! Stunning face, killer build—impossible to tear my eyes away p>