Chapter 800

Chapter 800:
But who in their right mind would park such a multimillion-dollar vehicle right in front of the entrance, blocking other cars’ passage? It was undeniably conspicuous. Yet, no one intervened.
Regardless, Candice had no business concerning herself with it.
She marched toward the lobby, intending to catch the elevator. There was work to be done, and she wanted to wrap it up quickly so she could go to bed early. She resolved to retreat to her own room for a restful night’s sleep. Thoughts of Milton stirred up a fiery heat within her.
No matter how hectic Milton’s work schedule was—burning the midnight oil reviewing documents and waking up at the crack of dawn to handle international calls—he seemed to possess an endless reserve of energy to indulge in their nightly escapades! Come morning, he would emerge in fine form, while Candice invariably lagged behind, arriving late to work. The more Candice dwelled on this, the more her anger flared. She couldn’t help but quicken her pace.
As she passed the Lamborghini sports car, suddenly, it emitted a sharp warning sound.
What the hell!
In a mesmerizing display, the car’s doors swung open, unveiling the luxurious interior. It was a sight to behold: soft, supple leather seats, an armrest adorned with rare yellow flora wood, and a diamond-studded steering wheel.
Exclamations erupted anew.
No one understood why the doors opened so abruptly.
Candice herself was confounded. Had the car’s owner activated it remotely? She instinctively glanced around but saw no one approaching the vehicle. Without dwelling on it further, she…
She continued on her way. It wasn’t until she reached the lobby that a security manager abruptly intercepted her.
𝙇ⲁ𝓉𝖊𝓼𝓉 с𝖍ⲁρ𝓉𝗲𝓇𝓈
“Miss Blake, I’ve finally tracked you down. Apologies for the disturbance. Please relocate your car promptly. It has been parked here for over an hour, causing other vehicles to detour. The entrance is now swarming with onlookers, hampering traffic flow.”
Candice recognized the security manager; he was responsible for overseeing the building’s safety.
She paused, pointing at herself in disbelief. “Me? You were looking for me?”
“Yes, Miss Blake,” the manager replied with a serious demeanor.
“You must have mistaken me for someone else.” Candice shook her head, not taking the matter seriously.
“No, I haven’t. I personally verified it. This car possesses a permit registered under your name,” asserted the manager.
Candice stood there, dumbfounded, and asked in confusion, “My name? This Lamborghini? Are you absolutely certain?”
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