Chapter 410
As Liora walked Mira and Celine to the gates, Roxanne approached with Xavier, having just finished bidding farewell to another group of guests.
“Make sure to visit us again soon. Liora talks about you two constantly,” Roxanne smiled warmly, seamlessly acting the part of the devoted older sister-in-law.
“We definitely will,” Mira replied, matching her polite facade.
As they approached the driveway, Silas opened the rear door of the Lamborghini for Mira. Roxanne’s eyes widened. “Who are they p>
“My drivers,” Mira said casually.
“They’re her bodyguards,” Liora clarified cheerfully.
“I didn’t notice them at the banquet,” Roxanne murmured. These men exuded an undeniable aura of lethality. Professionals of that caliber easily commanded ten thousand dollars a month. How on earth was Mira affording them? Even with her songwriting royalties, she couldn’t have amassed more than a modest nest egg. “They were around. You must have just missed them,” Mira replied smoothly. More accurately, Roxanne’s untrained eyes simply couldn’t track them.
Roxanne’s gaze snapped to the emblem on the hood. “Is that a Lamborghini? I haven’t seen this model before.” It couldn’t be. “Is it custom-built p>
Mira had never paid much attention to the car’s aesthetic appeal before, but parked among the standard luxury sedans, it stood out like a predator in a flock of sheep.
“Yes, it’s custom,” Mira confirmed. There was no point in denying a fact.
Liora and Celine, neither of whom were particularly knowledgeable about cars, stared at the vehicle with newfound awe. They had ridden in it multiple times and knew it was sleek, but they had never realized it was a multimillion-dollar bespoke masterpiece.
Mira didn’t linger on the subject. “We’re heading out.” She slid into the back seat, and Celine quickly followed.
Roxanne stood frozen on the driveway long after the taillights faded. In elite circles, driving a luxury car was standard, but a custom hypercar was a violently expensive flex. Mira had severed all ties with the Mercer family. Where was this endless stream of cash coming from? Private drivers elite security, and Liora had mentioned she had full-time staff at her residence. It made zero sense.
Roxanne was sharp, and her worldly experience told her something was drastically wrong.
Turning to Xavier, she asked, “How much do you actually know about Mira p>
“She’s Liora’s best friend. Used to be the Mercer family’s daughter, but after they brought Mara back, the parents played favorites. Mira couldn’t stand it and legally cut ties with them. She and Liora grew up together. If you want to know more, just ask Liora p>
“If she cut ties with the Mercers, how is she driving a car worth millions of dollars?” “That car is worth millions? I didn’t notice,” Xavier shrugged. He was a detective, not a traffic cop.
Roxanne sighed internally. Asking Xavier was pointless; unless it involved a criminal investigation, he was blind to high-society nuances. And Liora was too naive to put the pieces together.
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Roxanne ran the calculations in her head. Either Mira was still secretly receiving funds from a Mercer family backer, or she had built her own massive underground empire. It was even possible someone in the Mercer family had quietly transferred a massive estate to her name Whatever the truth, Mira was currently flashing significantly more wealth than Mara, Celine, or even Liora.
When Mira finally arrived home, Rachel had a pot of savory soup simmering on the stove, worried Mira hadn’t eaten enough at the banquet.
Sitting at the kitchen island, Mira took a slow sip. “Alright, tell me what happened. How did Mara end up dumping boiling water on Roxanne p>
“Wait, what? Mara caused another disaster?” Rachel asked, her eyes widening.
“You have no idea. Let me tell you Silas leaned against the counter, launching into a theatrical, play-by-play recount of Mara’s catastrophic performance at the Bennett estate.
Zane pulled up a stool, completely
engrossed in the story. Since moving in, Silas and Jax had shed their intimidating, one-wolf
personas actively looking forward to coming home and gossiping with the rest of the household about
whatever chaos they had orchestrated that day.