As Ivy pulled out of her parking spot, a black Lamborghini pulled up at the entrance. "So, where are you going with this?" a low, smooth voice asked from the driver's seat. Beside him sat a tall, imposing figure with sunglasses, watching Ivy with an air of curiosity. A sly smile spread across his face, his lips curling upward as he rested his elbow on the window.

"Definitely going somewhere..." he finally replied, his gaze still fixed on the fading tail lights of Ivy's car.

Then his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking out his phone, he chuckled as his eyes scanned the message he received.

"Are we just going...