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Jane bit her lip, thinking. Then nodded quickly. “I’ll ask Raiden, and maybe check in with a few other people. Give me a minute.”

She dialed a number and waited. “Raiden, that Aston Martin, do you know who bought it?”

There was a pause, and then Jane’s eyes widened. “How much? Are you fucking serious?”

She looked at Sienna with disbelief. “Forty Nine million,” she mouthed silently.

Then she snapped her attention back to the call. “Who bought it?”

Her eyes went wide again. Her mouth dropped open. She looked at Sienna like she’d just seen a ghost.

“What?” Sienna frowned.

Jane ended the call. “You are not going to believe this! That car was bought by—”

“I bought it,” a deep voice interrupted from behind.

Both women turned sharply.

Adrian stood there, tall and imposing, dressed in a suit that hugged his broad frame like it was stitched just for him. His jaw was sharp, his stubble meticulously kept, and his eyes were fixed directly on Sienna.

Jane blinked, taking a step back in shock. She leaned close to Sienna and whispered, not-so-quietly, “Yeah! Adrian Vaughn bought it! Isn’t he the ex-boyfriend you had to keep in a box and never tell anyone about?”

Sienna stiffened. “Don’t say anything,” she muttered through clenched teeth, shooting Jane a warning glare.

Adrian approached, confident and unhurried, the corners of his mouth lifting into a knowing smirk. “What are you two doing, hiding out in a corner like this?”

Jane gave him a cold once-over, then leaned closer to Sienna and whispered again, “Do you want me to get a few guys to beat him up and steal that car?”

Sienna gave her a deadpan look.

“I can do it. Just say the word.” Jane looked at Sienna seriously, nodding confidently.

Sienna quickly grabbed Jane’s shoulders, and spun her around, pushing her back toward the hall. “Go. I’ll meet you later.”

“Should I send Theo?” Jane hissed over her shoulder.

“No,” Sienna said instantly. “I’ll take care of it. Go.”

Once Jane was gone, Sienna turned toward Adrian, her expression carefully blank—uninterested.

Adrian didn’t waste a second. He walked straight over, took her hand, and gently pulled her aside, into a darker corner of the corridor—hidden from the main floor.

His hand brushed against hers, opening his palm to reveal a set of car keys.

“Here.”

Sienna’s brows furrowed. His hand held the keys to the Aston Martin she’d wanted.

Then her gaze flicked back to his face. “Why did you buy this? You only deal in ultra-luxury cars. This one wasn’t even close to your standards.”

“You told me you liked this one,” Adrian said, his fingers reaching up to caress her face—but she pulled back.

“When? I don’t remember—”

“When we were together. Three years ago,” he said, his tone thick with something that sounded a lot like regret. “You saw it in a magazine. Said you loved the car.”

Sienna’s mind reeled back to that moment.