In front of their eyes, the luxury car drove out of the hospital parking lot, leaving Briena and Ivan stunned.
"How can they have that car?" Briena murmured, her disbelief evident. "That gigolo can’t possibly own something like this. Does it belong to the rich man who’s backing Natalie?"
Ivan, equally shocked, snapped out of his thoughts at Briena’s comment.
She turned to him, her voice laced with suspicion. "That means what Natalie told the reporters—that some rich man is supporting her—might actually be true."
Ivan didn’t respond immediately, his emotions swirling. Jealousy burned brightest among them, watching Natalie seemingly thrive in luxury.
"Let’s go," he said curtly, walking to his car. Once they were seated and Ivan had started driving, Briena spoke again.
"Ivan, that car is so rare—only a handful of people in the country have one. If we investigate who owns them, we could figure out who’s backing Natalie."
Ivan remained silent, his focus on the road, but his thoughts were tangled in the same direction. He wanted answers too.
First, there was that absurdly expensive red heart stone, and now this car, which was even more extravagant. Both were nearly unattainable for most wealthy people. Whoever owned such items had to possess immeasurable wealth and influence—someone no one would dare cross.
If such a person truly supported Natalie, anyone who went against her would undoubtedly face severe consequences.
Briena interrupted his thoughts. "Are you going to look into who owns that car?"
Ivan glanced at her, his expression serious. "I want you to stay away from Natalie and anything related to her. Focus on your movie and give it your best. That’s all you need to worry about."
Briena quieted down briefly before speaking in a hesitant tone. "Don’t take this the wrong way. I just want to make sure she isn’t involved with someone dangerous or being blackmailed into something. Think about it—why would such a wealthy person back her without having their own interests in mind? People like that can be dangerous. I’m just worried about her as her sister. What if her gigolo husband has pulled her into something shady and he must be the one to introduce her to that wealthy person?"
"You don’t need to worry about her," Ivan replied coldly. "The last thing I want is to get dragged into any trouble. Both our companies have only just recovered from the losses caused by the earlier scandal. Don’t let anything else tarnish that."
"Alright," Briena murmured, dropping the subject but her mind raced somewhere else.
’If I get to know who is backing her up, I might use that person as well. If he supports me instead of Natalie, then she would never act this high and mighty once her support is gone. She can live her poor life with that gigolo and I will only see nothing but success in my life.’
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Inside the Luxury Car
From the moment Justin entered the car, the air grew noticeably colder—not from the air conditioning, but from his temperament.
Noah and the driver, Ted, sat in silence, careful not to draw attention to themselves. Ted kept his focus entirely on driving, while Noah pretended to be engrossed in the view outside the window.
Natalie, seated beside Justin, felt the tension and knew exactly why he was upset.
"Justin..." she began hesitantly, but stopped when he turned to her, raising a brow as if daring her to continue.
"I... back in the elevator... I was just mocking Briena by pretending to warn Ivan to stay away from her. I..."
"So you do realize what you did wrong," Justin interrupted, his voice cold and sharp.
May God bless Ms. Natalie, they both thought.
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