His Intensity Can Kill Me

In front of their eyes, the luxury car drove out of the hospital parking lot, leaving Briena and Ivan stunned.

"How can they have that car?" Briena murmured, her disbelief evident. "That gigolo can't possibly own something like this. Does it belong to the rich man who's backing Natalie?"

Ivan, equally shocked, snapped out of his thoughts at Briena's comment.

She turned to him, her voice laced with suspicion. "That means what Natalie told the reporters—that some rich man is supporting her—might actually be true."

Ivan didn't respond immediately, his emotions swirling. Jealousy burned brightest among them, watching Natalie seemingly thrive in luxury.

"Let's go," he said curtly, walking to his car. Once they were seated and Ivan had started driving, Briena spoke again.

"Ivan, that car is so rare—only a handful of people in the country have one. If we investigate who owns them, we could figure out who's backing Natalie."