Unshared secrets

Third POV

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"We should get going" She stood up from the seat, holding her purse in hand.

Joyce did the same, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she remembered what Adonis had done earlier.

They all went out of the restaurant and stood in front of the Bugatti Veyron.

Joyce's eyes were drawn to the Bugatti like a magnet. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the sleek lines and glossy curves of the car, her curiosity getting the better of her.

As she gazed at the car, Joyce couldn't help but feel like she was in a movie. The Bugatti's glossy finish and sharp lines were like something out of a dream, so perfect and powerful that it was almost like an automobile god.

Abigail noticed the surprised expression on Joyce's face, she had told her that Henry was rich but she never went into detail about how rich he actually was.

Perhaps, she would fall to the floor if she saw his mansion and his uncountable fleet of cars.

Once everyone was inside, Adonis turned the key, and the engine pur