Chapter 122
- My mouth drops open, holy fuck. This room is like a caryard dealership. A massive hall with two rows of sports cars that are all black or white. I frown at him.
- “I collect cars,” he smiles.
- “No shit, Sherlock,” I whisper wide–eyed. He pulls me down the huge walkway through the centre of the cars and my jaw is on the ground. Ok, I am getting the feel of his money now. This is extravagance…extreme extravagance.