Adam lowered his gaze to the photo, his sharp, dark eyes narrowing instantly. The Ferrari in the image looked very familiar. He glanced at Nathan. "The woman you're looking for was driving this car?"

Nathan nodded. "Yes, and she managed to shake me off. She's quite interesting."

Adam's memory clicked. This Ferrari was the one he had gifted to Celine. Along with a substantial check, he had given her several cars and properties. Leo later reported that Celine had only chosen the Ferrari. At the time, Adam had found it odd. Could she even drive a sports car? He knew Nathan's driving skills well—they had occasionally raced together. Yet, somehow, Celine, a woman from the countryside, had managed to outmaneuver Nathan? At that moment, Leo approached them. "Mr. Alvarez."

Adam stood. "I'll step out for a moment."

He left the luxurious booth and moved to a dimly lit corner, where Leo spoke in a hushed tone. "Mr. Alvarez, Mrs. Alvarez called earlier. She took the Ferrari out for a drive tonight and seems to have gotten into a street race. The car crashed into a wall; the front was totaled."

Adam's expression darkened. "Was she hurt?"

Leo shook his head. "No, Mrs. Alvarez wasn't injured. Mr. Alvarez, should we send the car for repairs abroad?"

Adam's voice was icy. "No. Get rid of the car."

Leo was stunned. "Mr. Alvarez, do you mean…"

"Dispose of it. I don't want anyone to be able to trace that car. Is that clear?"

A cold sweat broke out on Leo's back. Someone had clearly provoked Adam. His temper was now as explosive as a lit fuse.

"Understood!"

"Go now."

Leo quickly left.

Adam stood alone, his lips curving into a cold smirk. It seemed he had underestimated Celine. Not only had she managed to captivate Nathan, but Nathan was actively looking for her. The person Nathan was interested in was actually Celine. Adam found it hard to believe that Nathan, with his impossibly high standards, could be drawn to someone from the countryside like Celine. They could play their games separately, but Nathan was off-limits.

After returning to the booth, Adam sat back in his seat. Nathan looked at him. "What was your assistant here for?"

Adam's expression remained calm, his voice devoid of any emotion. "There was an urgent document I needed to handle. I've already asked Leo to investigate the car. I'll let you know as soon as I have information."

Nathan nodded. "Good."

Meanwhile, Carly and Melody's faces were sour. Tonight was supposed to be Nathan's welcome party, with the two of them as the stunning centerpieces. Yet, all the attention had shifted to an unknown woman.

Melody clenched her fists in frustration. Who was this woman trying to steal Nathan's attention? Even Carly couldn't think of anyone in Mercity who could overshadow her like this. Determined to reclaim the spotlight, Carly stood up and flashed a dazzling smile. "Adam, Nathan, let me dance for you both. It'll lift the mood."

Her words immediately livened the atmosphere, and Benjamin and the other heirs cheered enthusiastically.

One of them said, "Carly, you're a prima ballerina now, and we get to watch you perform without buying tickets? What a privilege!" Another chimed in, "We owe all of this to Mr. Alvarez." Another said, "When Carly dances, no one else matters." Someone else said, "Everyone, let's give her a big round of applause!"