Ella Reece's white Rolls-Royce Boat Tail glided smoothly through the towering wrought-iron gates of her estate, the car's pristine, handcrafted design gleaming under the soft glow of the mansion's driveway lights. The custom-built vehicle, worth millions, was a statement of wealth, power, and exclusivity—an automobile fit for someone of her stature. The engine purred softly, barely making a sound as she maneuvered past the entrance, but just as she cleared the gates, she pressed the brakes, bringing the car to a stop.
The sudden pause made the guards exchange confused glances. Ella rarely ever stopped here. If she had anything to say, she usually did so through her driver or a passing word before disappearing into her estate. So, for her to step out personally meant something was up. One of the senior guards hesitated for a moment before approaching, his steps careful.
The car door opened gracefully, and Ella stepped out, exuding her usual aura of powerful elegance.
