Chapter 21
Sara narrowed her eyes. "Mr. Brady, mind your tone? We didn't—"
Trevon cut her off, cool as ice. "I know the score. You've got your golden boy in there with the cops, not my wife," he shot back, unwavering. "Selina doesn't need to think twice about some Lamborghini. She could buy the whole lot if she felt like it, thanks to me." He let the statement hang, dripping with contempt. "So, what's your angle? Thinking Trevon's wife needs to pull a stunt to shop for cars? Seriously?" His words sliced through the tension, aimed directly at Manuel, who clammed up, his face clouding over. He remained silent, his gaze flickering downwards, uncertain.
Sara and Ashley were stunned by Trevon's bold move. They couldn't comprehend how Trevon—young, handsome, and incredibly wealthy—a Brady, a name synonymous with Forbes—could fall for Selina. She was a simple country girl who had abandoned her powerful family, possessing no college degree or experience with international studies. What did she have to offer after relinquishing her family name? Selina remained an enigma to them.
Ashley, green with envy, sobbed through feigned tears to Selina, "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. If I hadn't made you so jealous, you'd still be with us, and things wouldn't be so messed up. Why am I even… I hate myself so much…" Her voice trailed off into weeping as she threw herself into Sara's arms. Her sobs were calculated, an attempt to portray Selina as the villain, reaching Trevon's ears.
Lydia was simmering with irritation at Ashley's self-pitying act. Were they not in a police station, she would have shown Ashley what real drama entailed. Such a princess act—talk about bad luck, she sneered inwardly.
"People serious about ending their lives don't make a show of it," Trevon interrupted, exasperated. "They just go, quietly—no big scene, no pity party." He turned to Selina. "I kind of feel sorry for you, having such a sister. Forget about her. I brought you something. Let's go."
"Sure," Selina agreed, leaving with Trevon. She had seen through Ashley's act long ago. The mere fact of being related to her made Selina grateful for her own difficult past. Having been raised by the right person, and not ending up like Ashley, felt like a stroke of luck.
Lydia mentally applauded Trevon. That was how a CEO should act—cool and clear-headed. The Harvey family had been completely played by Ashley's saccharine act, while Trevon had seen right through it.
Ashley was shell-shocked. Trevon had just dismantled her carefully crafted façade, a performance everyone always believed—why did it have to be him? He was the one man she liked, and now her carefully constructed world was unraveling.
"Wait… Trevon!" Ashley attempted to chase after them but stopped at the station entrance. "What is that?" she blurted out.
Outside, a sleek sports car commanded attention, its striking lines turning heads and halting pedestrians, their phones already out to capture the spectacle. Compared to this beauty, any Lamborghini would pale into insignificance. Lydia could hardly believe her eyes. Holy smokes! This car is insane! It makes my car look like a little kid's plaything! she thought.
"There it is! The only Bugatti Veyron like it in the whole country! Trevon got his hands on it!" Caleb gaped from a distance, his eyes fixed on the car. This Bugatti Veyron was more than just a car; it was a symbol of ultimate wealth and status. With its sleek silver lines, it was every man's dream.
Even Manuel couldn't conceal his astonishment. He had coveted this car ever since seeing it in a magazine—a game-changer. The only one in Clusia, he never imagined he'd see it in person, let alone touch it. And now, the big reveal: the mystery buyer who had shelled out sixty-five million dollars was Trevon.
"Babe, I heard Lydia got you a Lamborghini, but I haven't gotten you any wheels myself. This Bugatti Veyron—it's yours," Trevon said to Selina, nonchalantly, as if giving away a pen rather than a limited-edition sports car costing a fortune. Selina could only stare, surprised.
Gently playing with Selina's hair, Trevon murmured, "Babe, do I treat you right or what?"
Anyone who knew Trevon would have been speechless. Trevon Brady, smiling! And looking that good? Whispering sweet nothings? Was this the same man who was always so aloof and high-and-mighty? What did Selina possess that captivated him so completely?
"Thanks, sweetheart," Selina responded with a dazzling smile that outshone everything around her, even making Trevon squint at her radiant glow. Damn, she's beautiful, he thought. "Want to take it for a spin?"
"Sure!"
They drove off, leaving behind a shell-shocked Ashley, speechless and seething with jealousy. Why?! Why does Selina, some nobody from the sticks, get Trevon's heart and this gift? I'm the complete package—brains, skills, the Harvey family's favorite. I'm the one who should be with Trevon, not some random girl! she thought.
"What is Trevon thinking?" Sara was perplexed. Trevon's family would never approve of a girl like Selina, especially one abandoned by her own family. She assumed Selina was merely a fling, nothing serious, certainly not someone to flaunt with a public gift like this. Yet, there Trevon was, casually displaying his wealth.
"Ashley? Ashley?" Sara snapped back to reality, noticing Ashley's pale face. "Are you all right, Ashley?"
Chapter 22