Stepping outside, Aspen felt cheerful as she grabbed her purse and headed toward the Ferrari. Her flawless fair skin, jet-black hair, sculpted figure, and stunning face turned heads without effort. And with a luxury car as extravagant as that Ferrari, she was now the picture-perfect heiress.

"Ms. Stevens, heading out?"

A sleek black Audi A6 pulled up and came to a stop, the door clicking open. Out stepped Chantelle, dressed in a sharp, no-nonsense outfit.

Aspen blinked in surprise. "Ms. Garcia, hey there! What brings you here?"

Chantelle nodded with a pleasant smile. "I'm here to see Mr. Lloyd."

Aspen shrugged lightly. "Alright, go on up. He should be in the study on the third floor."

However, as Aspen bent slightly to slide into the low seat of her Ferrari, Chantelle suddenly called out, "Ms. Stevens, wait a second."

Aspen paused mid-movement and looked back at her.

Chantelle walked up beside her, tapping on the gleaming car. "Mr. Lloyd sure spoils his little assista