Rex gave a casual shrug, his tone light. "Honestly, it's not some top-tier luxury ride like everyone's saying. It just looks a bit sharp, that's all. Clean lines, decent finish — but underneath, it's just a regular car. People love to exaggerate. It looks flashier than it is. You can do a lot with a decent budget and someone who owes you a favor, and boom! suddenly everyone thinks you're driving a million-dollar car."
A few of them frowned, still processing, but most slowly nodded, seemingly convinced—for now. After all, they'd known Rex for nearly three years. He'd never been one to draw attention to himself. Distant at times? Absolutely. A little hard to read? No doubt.But never the flex-and-flaunt type that flashes wealth or chases attention. If anything, Rex had always carried himself with a quiet kind of confidence, the kind that didn't need brand names or bold statements to stand out.