Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

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Chapter 211

Chapter 211

Jan saw it. The guy was flashing that car key so deliberately, it was impossible to miss.

He glanced away, refusing to give the man the reaction he clearly wanted. Instead, he chuckled lightly and said, echoing the man’s earlier words, “You’re right. Nothing impressive.

The man choked on his cigarette–literally. He coughed so hard he turned beet red, humiliated on the spot.

Men, after all, cared about face–especially in public. Trying to save a little dignity, he pulled out another cigarette but didn’t light it this time. He just held it between his fingers, trying to look composed.

His tone, though still forced–casual, was noticeably colder. Clearly, he wasn’t thrilled. Still, he pretended otherwise, as if nothing had fazed him.

“Just got that car a month ago,” he said, voice tight. “Already getting bored of it–planning to upgrade soon. What about you, man? What do you drive? Give me a recommendation. If it’s decent, maybe I’ll get one too.”

He tried to make it sound like idle chit–chat, but it reeked of challenge.

Ian’s smile widened. His favorite car was actually a gift from Tinley–his first ever, given on his eighteenth birthday. That was the one he’d driven today, but he didn’t have the keys on him.

His eyes dropped to Yvonne, who was still hugging her snack bag, utterly oblivious.

Ignoring the three people across from him, Ian reached out and gently tapped her nose. When she looked up at him, he leaned in and said with a soft smile, “My favorite car is the one Tinley gave me. The license plate has your birthday on it.”

The one with the closest number match to Yvonne’s birthday was still with Tinley, but Ian had a near–identical plate, gifted to him by a former partner who clearly knew how to curry favor. Just one digit off.

Somehow, in that detail, he felt subtly connected to both Yvonne and Tinley.

Yvonne didn’t fully understand, but she nodded blankly, then whispered a quiet, “Thank you.”

Probably thanking him for liking Tinley’s gift.

Ian’s smile deepened, warm and unbothered.

But the man across from them? He was very bothered.

his brow and blurted, “Hey, are you stupid or

question about cars

his

if Ian didn’t respond, how was he

gave Ian a dismissive once–over, scoffed, and sneered, “Look at him. What kind of fancy car could he possibly drive? Even if he has one, I bet it’s bought with the money that kid earns.”

the same job Yvonne did, but unlike these people, her family didn’t rely on

before. They now lived in a luxury apartment

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her eyes, they were no longer

having just moved to Strate City a month ago,

she bragged to old friends online… who, after a

validation

ran into a few soft targets and she wasn’t about to waste

completely unfazed. He looked at the burly man again,

bodyguard, aren’t you?”

His face stiffened, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “You in

Yvonne’s, with a light

that he looked like a

dry–cleaned by the Adlers, so he’d smell like Kelvin, all just to make

someone mistook him for a

felt… mildly

he was in a good mood, so he decided to interpret

his gaze, the corners of his eyes

of face, no matter what he wore, he still gave off husband–material vibes.

in public, he didn’t bother arguing. In private, though? Whole

boss’s name?”

He opened his mouth but… nothing came

why, but something about

it proudly. But right now… he

returned from his call, still holding his phone–a brand–new limited–edition model

unease grew. That

thinking, he’d probably laugh himself

looked like a flex, but it was honestly the cheapest thing Jeremy owned. He’d barely used it since buying it. The reflective logo caught the light just