Parker Being Parker, Tessa Being… Wilder. Cassandra's Obsession.

The VVIP lounge wasn't just some exclusive rich people's retreat—it was Tessa's spot.

Her territory.

Before Parker came into the picture, this was where she spent her time when she wasn't at school, home, or out with friends. If Tessa wasn't with someone, she was here. If she disappeared off the grid? She was here.

And it looked like it.

The massive space was a whole different world—dim golden lighting, plush velvet seating, expensive bottles displayed like trophies, and the kind of privacy that screamed "you can commit a felony here and no one would know."

Atalanta sank into one of the ridiculously soft chairs, stretching her legs as she flipped through the VVIP edition of Torque & Tycoons—a magazine so exclusive that even billionaires couldn't get their hands on it unless they were directly in the industry.

And, wow.

The Wilders didn't just sell cars. They decided what rich people drove.