Chapter 11: cier Blue Bentley Encounter

Chapter 11: cier Blue Bentley Encounter

(Olivia’s POV)

The cier blue Bentley Continental GT gleamed in the morning sunlight, its unique color

catching my eye immediately. I had never seen such a stunning shade on a vehicle before–it reminded me of ice crystals reflecting winter light, elegant and breathtaking.

Henry Morris stood beside it, his posture perfect as always. Connor’s beta assistant was the

epitome of professionalism, dressed in an impable tailored suit that spoke of his position

within the Rivers pack.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, unable to hide my genuine reaction.

Henry’s usually stoic expression softened slightly. “Mr. Rivers selected this specific color

himself. He was quite particr about it.”

I approached the vehicle slowly, almost afraid to touch something so pristine. The

craftsmanship was exquisite, from the sleek lines to the handcrafted details that made

Bentley one of the most prestigious automotive brands in the world.

Henry iextended /ihis hand, offering me the key with a slight bow. “Miss Winters, this is a gift

from Mr. Rivers.”

As I epted the key, a subtle ripple passed through my heart. The cool metal against my palm felt significant somehow, weighted with meaning beyond its function.

Connor Rivers‘ generosity was undeniable. Such a car cost well over $400,000, yet in our social circle, gifting a luxury vehicle to a fiancée wasmonce. Still, after years of living modestly and cutting myself off from my wealthy Winters family roots, the scale of this

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My phone rang, and Connor’s name shed on the screen. I answered immediately.

“Do you like the car?” His tone was casual, as if discussing a simple lunch rather than an extravagant gift.

“I really like it. Thank you, Con,” I answered gently, running my fingers along the smooth door handle.

His voice softened into a mellow caress. “I remembered you like blue.”

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This surprised me. I couldn’t recall ever explicitly telling him about my color preference.

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Connor chuckled, the sound warm through the phone. “When I tutored you that

notebooks and pens were light blue.”

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The detail stirred something deep within me. Indeed, I had always loved blue, and this

particr shade on the Bentley had stunned me at first sight. It was exactly the color I would have chosen myself.

“The moment I saw this car, I thought you’d like it,” Connor continued warmly. “It’spact,

perfect for you.”

“I’ll try driving itter,” I replied softly, touched by his thoughtfulness.

After hanging up, I sat in the driver’s seat, my hands resting on the steering wheel. The interior

smelled of premium leather and new car, but it was the emotions swirling inside me that

overwhelmed my senses.

I had a license and plenty of driving experience from these past three years, but I had always

driven Ethan’s cars–more like a chauffeur than a girlfriend. When Ethan went out drinking, I

was summoned to pick him up, regardless of the hour or my own schedule.

I’d heard he once gifted his ex–girlfriend Cassandra a BMW worth over $80,000 right after their

breakup. Yet, knowing my work as awyer demanded mobility, he never once considered

buying me a car.

It was never about the vehicle itself, but about the stark contrast in how he treated me versus

how Connor did. iTo /iEthan Grey, my existence never truly warranted such care or respect. Thisparison cut painfully deep, exposing just how shabby Ethan’s so–called affection really

was.

A surprised shriek suddenly snapped me from my reverie.

“Wow! This car is so beautiful! I’ve always wanted to buy it, but I couldn’t bear to spend the

money.”

It was Cassandra’s voice, high–pitched with excitement. Looking out, I saw her and Ethan

walking toward the driveway. Cassandra’s gaze was glued to the Bentley, openly coveting it.

Despite being childhood friends with Ethan and their families once being close, her own family’s fortunes had sharply declined in recent years. Her father’s business was failing, and now their only hope was her marrying into the Grey family.

Faced with her dream car, Cassandra greedily caressed the hood, marveling at every inch of

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the gleaming exterior.

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“Ethan, take a photo of me,” she demanded, fixing her hair against the car’s reflective window.

The Bentley’s ss was one–way; inside, I observed the scene as if watching from behind a screen. Cassandra posed dramatically, using the car as her personal backdrop without any

awareness that I was sitting inside.

bAt /bthe height of her self–admiration, I decided to make my presence known. I lowered the window smoothly, our eyes meeting suddenly.

With a sweet smile, I greeted her. “Hello.”

Cassandra froze in shock, her mouth falling open. “Olivia Winters? Why is it you?!”

Her expression shifted rapidly from surprise to confusion to anger. She clearly couldn’t

Just then, Ethan approached, frowning deeply. Without a hint of inquiry about the situation, he

immediately assumed the worst.

“Why did you rent a Bentley?” His expression was full of disdain, as if my worth only extended to borrowed luxury.

Cassandra, quickly regaining herposure, sneered. “Miss Winters, renting a car just to

pose? A Bentley rental isn’t cheap–it must cost you a month’s ie for a single photo,

right?”

Ethan’s ibrow /ifurrowed further, his contempt unfiltered. “Olivia, since when have you be

so vain? Renting a shy car for pictures? Are you crazy?”

Cassandra added mockingly, “Yes, Miss Winters, everyone knows your ie. Even if you

post those photos, people will only say you’re pretending. Why bother?”

Their immediate assumption that I couldn’t possibly own such a car spoke volumes about

how they viewed me. After three years together, Ethan still saw me as someone beneath him,

someone who would need to rent luxury items to appear worthy.

“You seem very familiar with renting luxury cars,” I responded calmly. “Is it because you’ve

rented them before?”

The smile on Cassandra’s face faltered, her lie exposed. Indeed, she had rented a Lamborghini

before–worth over $100,000–to show off in her social circle when her father refused to buy

her one.

But now, she clung to her pride. “I don’t need to rent. When I was abroad, I drove a Lamborghini

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worth much more than this.”

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I quirked a brow, seeing through her facade. “Oh? Howe I haven’t seen you driving it?”

Cassandra lied effortlessly, her eyes never wavering. “I igot /itired of it. Those shy cars aren’t

really for women. I recently switched to a Panamera. Maybe I’ll let you take photos with it

someday, free of charge.”

Her tone dripped with scorn. Yet I knew that Panamera was a second–hand purchase to keep

up appearances, given her family’s financial ruin. The information hade through Connor’swork–he had mentioned it casually during one of our conversations, not to gossip but to

warn me about her potential desperation.

Feigning innocence, I teased, “Oh–is that so? You wanted some photos earlier, right? I can

lend you this Bentley for a shot.”

Cassandra’s face darkened immediately. “No need.”

Her pride wouldn’t allow her to ept anything from me, especially now that she realized the

car might actually belong to me.

On the sidelines, Ethan’s voice pierced coldly once again. “Olivia, why didn’t I realize before

how vain you really are?”