Irina's POV
"There's a luxury car parked up ahead, must be worth over three hundred million. Some rich person's visiting," Belle said, her voice tinged with envy. "We've never laid eyes on such an expensive ride. I think it's a Mayb—"
I smiled slightly. "Maybach."
"Yeah, that's the one. Wonder who they're here to see," Belle mused.
I gave a small nod, barely interested. Something told me this had nothing to do with me.
As I moved around the gathered crowd toward my bike, someone stepped into my path.
"Hello, Dr. Brent." Karl appeared, hurrying in my direction. "Finally tracked you down."
"What brings you here, Karl?" I looked at him with mild curiosity.
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Mr. Brent sent me to collect you. You're our special guest."
"No need," I replied coolly. "I can manage on my own."
"It's freezing out here. You'll get sick riding that bike."
Karl gestured toward the car with practiced politeness. "Dr. Brent, if you would."
