Chapter 200 Quiet Fury

"You remembered it wrong." Benedict's eyes were cold, like thunder rumbling in the distance—dark, heavy, and laced with quiet menace. He glanced at Curtis's brand-new car with unmistakable disdain. "Aren't you a little too old for a flashy color like that? It doesn't suit you." Curtis had just bought a bright orange sports car. Sleek lines, bold design, and a paint job that gleamed obnoxiously under the parking lot lights—it practically screamed for attention. Curtis, however, either didn't hear or didn't care about the mockery in Benedict's tone. He beamed as he patted the hood, his expression smug with pride. "What do you mean it doesn't suit me? This kind of bold color is so me. I light up the road wherever I go!" He gave the car a proud smack. He asked proudly, "What do you even mean by that? No one has this model in Rediff yet. It took me months and the right connections to get my hands on it—only one in the country!"