Noreen glanced at the price tag.
Just under a million dollars.
Someone was certainly willing to spend.
But Noreen didn't feel a trace of envy or resentment.
In fact, sitting behind the wheel of a car she'd chosen and paid for herself, she felt far more grounded.
Even if her car cost less than a tenth of what that other one did.
After picking out the model she wanted, Dylan suggested she take it for a spin first—just to see how it felt before making a decision.
So Noreen took the car out for a test drive around the block.
The experience was excellent—smooth, responsive, comfortable. She was satisfied and decided to head back to the dealership to sign the purchase contract.
Just as she reached the entrance, she spotted Bianca and Lillian standing out front.
Judging from their posture, they were clearly waiting for someone.
Noreen parked the test car, got out, and followed the salesperson back inside.
Bianca and Lillian saw her too.
Bianca, mid-conversation with Lillian, immediately let her expression cool by several degrees when she noticed Noreen. She quickly looked away and resumed her chat with Lillian.
"Don't worry," Bianca reassured her. "The staff said it's just a minor scratch. Nothing serious, so don't stress out."
Earlier that morning, Lillian had accidentally scraped the car's bumper and, not wanting to delay, had rushed straight to the dealership for repairs.
Once Bianca heard, she came over to check on things.
Fortunately, it was just a small scratch. Bianca's anxiety eased, and she made a point to comfort the still-nervous Lillian.
"I was scared out of my mind! That car is the token of love your brother-in-law gave you. If something really happened to it while I was driving, I'd never forgive myself!"
"It's fine, really. Seth won't make a fuss about it."
It wasn't long before Seth arrived as well.
But now, watching the two of them together, Bianca felt a twinge of unease.
She'd never seen Dylan act this attentive with any woman.
He'd flown all the way to Harborcrest City just to bring flowers to Noreen. He'd turned down Bianca's own invitations, only to show up at Noreen's dinner instead. And now, here he was, personally helping Noreen buy a car. For all she knew, maybe he was even paying for it himself.
The salesperson was explaining something to Noreen, and Noreen was listening intently, not even glancing in their direction.
The salesperson said the car would be ready in two days, which happened to be a lucky day according to the calendar—an auspicious time to pick it up.
Noreen agreed.
Bianca glanced at the car Noreen had chosen.
Then she curled her lip in disdain.
She was overthinking it.
If Dylan really liked her, would he have let her pick a car that cost less than a hundred thousand? Not a chance.

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