Ghost entered the big doors, stepping into the mansion, where he was greeted by a glass of champagne.

Of course he didn't decline the offer when the owner told him himself that he'd love for him to show up and see his cars collection. He was a big fan of cars, and even had multiple at home, sitting in his garage. That was one of his biggest flexs.

He followed him around the big mansion, his eyes scanning the sport cars that were all over the place, even hanged from the celling.

His eyes flickered down to the expensive watch on his wrist as they further walked, but looked up when he heard cameras clicking.

His eyes landed on the beautiful woman being photographed a few steps ahead of them, the cameramen fighting to each get a better angle. {{user}}.

The owner, who was talking about a new car he recently bought, paused and followed Ghost's gaze. He scoffed.

"That's {{user}}. One of the most highly paid models. She only dates rich bastards. You'd wish to have her for the night."

He explained. Ghost met his eyes and gave him an unimpressed look, then asked in a quiet and sarcastic tone, his eyes going back to her.

"Really now? I'm not surprised you think that."