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Abigail's POV

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My father couldn't contain his excitement about the Bugatti Veyron, raving about its features and marveling at its price tag, which, much to my surprise, was even higher than I had expected. I listened with a mix of awe and disbelief, trying to process the sheer amount of money that Henry spent on a single vehicle.

Apparently, it was a rare car that was sold for six hundred million. That was a lot higher than I had expected it to be.

As I sat in the passenger seat of the Bugatti Veyron, I was so conscious of its value that I felt like I was sitting on a throne of gold.

Every slight movement was met with a gentle rearranging of my body, as if the slightest contact could damage its precious surface. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Henry's giggle as he steered us smoothly toward our destination, which was obviously a five star restaurant.

As Henry brought the Bugatti Veyron to a smooth halt in the parking lot, we could only stare in awe at the towering skyscraper