Chapter 91: The Car Queen of Silvermont

After leaving the university medical center and settling Sienna’s medical bills, Lucas finally headed back to his villa.

The drive home felt strangely exhausting.

It was Sienna.

Why would she push herself so hard?

Lucas leaned back in the seat and rubbed his temples.

Part of him wondered if it had something to do with Jessica.

Maybe the tension between them had affected her more than she admitted.

Or maybe Sienna simply didn’t want to appear weak.

Either way, he couldn’t figure it out.

With a quiet sigh, Lucas pushed the thoughts aside.

There was nothing he could do tonight except let her rest.

By the time he returned to the villa, the entire place felt unusually quiet.

Too quiet.

For the first time in days, there were no clan members, no training sessions, no life-or-death battles.

Just silence.

Lucas wandered around the massive villa for a few minutes before dropping onto the couch.

He was bored out of his mind.

Eventually, he grabbed his phone, logged into his favorite game call of duty, and spent the afternoon dominating matches to pass the time.

Just like that, the hours slipped by.

Before he knew it, the sun had set.

Nine o’clock arrived.

A low engine rumble echoed outside the villa.

Lucas glanced through the window.

A black-and-white Rolls-Royce slowly pulled into the driveway.

Knowing he would be picking Lucas up tonight, Mason had specifically asked his driver to bring his favorite car.

"Mason, you’re here."

Lucas stood up and walked outside.

The driver immediately stepped forward and opened the rear door respectfully.

Mason leaned across the seat and grinned.

"Get in."

Lucas ducked inside.

It was his first time sitting in a Rolls-Royce, and he couldn’t help looking around curiously.

The handcrafted interior.

The soft leather seats.

And especially the iconic starlight headliner above him.

Thousands of tiny lights shimmered across the ceiling like a private night sky.

Lucas couldn’t help smiling.

Luxury cars really were different.

"Nice ride."

He said it sincerely.

Mason laughed.

"Come on, Lucas."

"In your eyes, this thing is probably nothing special."

After all, Mason had personally witnessed Lucas casually buying luxury properties worth tens of millions.

Compared to that, a few million dollars for a car wasn’t much.

Lucas simply smiled without explaining.

Soon, the Rolls-Royce pulled away from the villa.

About thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a brightly lit building.

Lucas stepped out and looked up.

A giant neon sign glowed above the entrance.

Hanky Panky Bar.

He turned toward Mason in confusion.

"I thought we were buying a car."

"Why are we at a bar?"

Mason chuckled.

"Because the person we’re meeting owns both."

Lucas raised an eyebrow.

Mason pointed toward the building.

"The owner here is Ava Bennett."

"Most people just call her Bennett."

"Besides running this place, she also owns the biggest luxury car dealership in Silvermont."

He patted the Rolls-Royce proudly.

"I bought this car from her."

"She’s got connections everywhere."

"According to her, unless it’s one of those ultra-exclusive cars with only a single unit in the world, she can get her hands on anything."

Lucas nodded.

Interesting.

Without wasting any more time, the two men walked inside.

The moment they entered, music and laughter washed over them.

The atmosphere was electric.

Colorful lights flashed across the crowded dance floor.

People danced, drank, and talked loudly over the music.

A waiter quickly approached with an enthusiastic smile.

"Mason! Good to see you again."

It was obvious Mason was a regular.

Which wasn’t surprising.

There were only so many ways wealthy young men spent their nights.

Mason nodded casually.

"Get us a private room."

The waiter’s smile immediately turned awkward.

"Sorry, Mason."

"All five Imperial rooms are fully booked tonight."

He hesitated before asking carefully.

"Would a premium booth work instead?"

Hanky Panky Bar was one of the hottest nightlife spots in Silvermont.

The private rooms were usually booked weeks in advance.

Since this trip had been arranged on short notice, Mason hadn’t made a reservation.

He looked slightly embarrassed.

Anyone who booked an Imperial room here was someone important.

Even he couldn’t just demand one.

Before Mason could speak again, Lucas shrugged.

"A booth is fine."

Honestly, this was his first time visiting a place like this.

A booth near the dance floor sounded more fun anyway.

What’s the point of going to a bar if you can’t enjoy the atmosphere?

Seeing that Lucas didn’t mind, Mason nodded.

"Fine. Get us a premium booth."

The waiter immediately led them deeper inside.

Although it wasn’t as exclusive as the Imperial rooms, the premium section was still reserved for high-end customers.

The minimum spend alone was nearly six figures.

Definitely not somewhere ordinary people could afford.

The moment Lucas and Mason sat down, they immediately attracted attention.

Nearby women subtly glanced in their direction.

Some pretended not to look.

Others made no effort to hide their interest.

The combination of Mason’s Rolls-Royce, the premium booth, and Lucas’s striking appearance was enough to turn heads.

Several women nearby kept glancing toward Lucas and Mason’s table.

A few exchanged whispers.

Others smiled as they caught Lucas looking their way.

At a place like Hanky Panky, expensive watches, tailored clothes, and premium booths attracted attention faster than good looks ever could.

Mason barely noticed.

He casually picked up the drinks menu and handed it back a moment later.

"As for drinks, let’s keep it simple."

He looked at the waiter.

"Start us off with two Vegas Bombs."

"We’re not here to party all night. We’ve got business to discuss with your boss."

Mason pulled a few bills from his wallet and slipped them to the waiter.

"Tell Ava Bennett I’ve brought her a serious client."

The waiter’s smile widened instantly.

"Of course, Mr. Mason. I’ll let her know right away."

She pocketed the tip and disappeared into the crowd.

A few minutes later, the drinks arrived.

So did four stunning women.

Mason remembered the two gorgeous women Lucas had been with when he bought the villa. Naturally, he assumed Lucas enjoyed female company.

Since waiting around for Ava could get boring, he’d asked the staff to send a few women over.

After all, two guys sitting alone at a table in a bar wasn’t exactly exciting.

Lucas glanced at Mason.

Mason raised his glass.

Lucas smirked.

No words were needed.

Some things were understood instantly between men.

The music pulsed through the bar as neon lights flashed overhead.

Laughter and conversation mixed with the bass vibrating through the floor.

Before long, they were already halfway through their second round.

Yet Bennett still hadn’t appeared.

Lucas leaned back against the booth.

"Your Bennett seems pretty busy tonight."

Mason wrapped an arm around the woman sitting beside him and frowned.

"Yeah. Usually she doesn’t keep me waiting this long."

The woman next to him giggled softly.

"Don’t be impatient, Mason. You’ve got us to keep you company."

She took a sip of her drink before lowering her voice.

"Miss Bennett is entertaining guests in one of the Imperial Suites tonight."

"I heard some businessmen from Mexico requested her personally."

Mason narrowed his eyes and looked toward the elevated private rooms overlooking the main floor.

Unlike traditional VIP sections, the Imperial Suites featured large tinted glass panels that allowed a partial view inside.

From where they sat, they could make out silhouettes and movement.

Lucas followed Mason’s gaze.

Inside one of the suites, three men sat around a woman.

Even from a distance, she stood out immediately.

Elegant.

Confident.

Beautiful.

She wore a fitted black dress that perfectly complemented her figure, her long dark hair falling effortlessly over one shoulder.

The men around her kept raising their glasses and leaning closer, clearly trying to impress her.

Yet Bennett handled the situation with practiced ease.

She accepted some drinks while refusing others with a smile.

Whenever a hand wandered too far, she redirected it casually without creating a scene.

She laughed when appropriate, maintained control of every conversation, and never once looked uncomfortable.

Despite being surrounded, it was obvious who held the power in that room.

Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"So that’s Ava Bennett?"

Mason nodded.

"Silvermont’s queen of luxury cars."

"And one of the smartest businesswomen you’ll ever meet."

He swirled the ice in his glass.

"If she says she can get you a car, she can get you a car."

Lucas leaned back and watched the woman inside the suite.