Speaking of which, she glanced at the clock on the wall; time was pressing, "Second Brother, I have to go now. I need to hurry to the makeup test. Can't delay work progress."
With that, Clara Bennett quickly turned and left the room, her steps so swift that she seemingly didn't have time to look back.
In the empty hallway outside, her figure grew more distant, disappearing at the end of the stairs.
However, when she finally reached the garage and her gaze swept over the luxury cars parked inside, she couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, falling into silence.
The spacious and luxurious garage was neatly filled with top-tier luxury cars, each exuding an understated opulence.
Every vehicle here, without exception, belonged to family members, and all the keys were casually hung on small hooks at the entrance for easy access.
But as Clara Bennett's gaze lingered on them, she felt an invisible pressure.
Any car in this garage was worth no less than five million...
