He could already picture them in the mansion's long driveway. Parker turned to Elena. "Which one's more beautiful?"
Elena blinked, her gaze bouncing nervously between the Spectre and the Phantom. She hesitated, clearly conflicted as her gaze darted between the two Rolls-Royces. "They both are, sir... I—"
Parker's lips curled into a faint, amused smirk, the kind that carried quiet power. "Then why choose?" He smirked further, head tilting as if amused by his own indecision. Then the thought struck him: Why choose indeed?
A quiet laugh echoed in his chest as he shook his head. He straightened, turning to the salesman. "Why not both?"
Elena blinked.
The salesman blinked. For a heartbeat, it was as if the entire showroom paused.
The salesman's professionalism barely cracked, but the slight raise of his brows betrayed his surprise. Elena, however, almost choked on her own breath, her hand subtly covering her mouth in shock.
