Everyone knew that a Rolls-Royce screamed status. Yes, it was outrageously expensive, the kind of price tag that made your head hurt just thinking about it. Nonetheless, that was exactly the point.

It had to be expensive, or it would not highlight the prestige and high-profile status of its owner.

These days, a car was not just transportation; it was your business card. People took one look at your ride and started sizing up your net worth without asking a single question.

While Andrew did not need a car to show off his status, Duncan was a businessman—a shrewd one at that. Hence, he definitely considered these things.

He said with a grin, "This second car, the pink Maserati, is perfect for a lady to drive! You can decide which of the three ladies gets it. This third car, the 911, is your personal ride, separate from the Rolls-Royce, which is more of a corporate vehicle!"

He continued, "A man like you should drive a 911. The beautiful lines, the elegance, the roar of the eng