"Are those even street legal?" Prince Julian muttered under his breath.
"Can I sit with sister-in-law? Please?" Raveena begged, practically starstruck by the Ferrari.
"No," Cristiano said firmly almost too quickly. No way was he letting Julian ride with his wife. And he didn't trust Julian alone either. Raveena could at least keep him occupied.
As the two royal cars gleamed under the sun and the excitement simmered, Raveena leaned toward Portia, curiosity brimming in her voice.
"Sister-in-law… how much did you actually spend on these cars?"
Portia paused for a beat, then replied casually, "Umm… about a hundred million."
It was like time froze. Three sets of eyes bulged. Even the wind seemed to go silent.
"A hundred million?!" Raveena squeaked, nearly choking on her own breath. "Wait—do you seriously have that kind of money just lying around?"
Portia, ever honest, shrugged with an easy smile. "I don't. But my father does. He told me I could take as much as I want."
