C14 Elena Was in a Nightmare!

The speaker was Elena's brother, Rasul.

Rasul was far from being a model citizen. Known for his laziness and lack of education, he was nonetheless the apple of his grandmother's eye. His arrogance was well-known within the Ramirez family, yet he was always indulged.

No sooner had he finished his sentence than Zoie's uncle, Sulo, strode into the room with a grin. "Second sister-in-law, what brings you to the floor? Have we run out of chairs?"

Old Madame Ramirez's expression softened somewhat. "Elena is getting engaged, and all they could muster was this cheap necklace," she complained. "Their behavior is simply unacceptable!"

Sulo glanced down at the discarded gift box, his eyes briefly betraying his contempt. "A platinum necklace worth a mere ten thousand yuan? How miserly," he scoffed. "Are you saving all your money for that good-for-nothing son-in-law?"

Tracy bit her lip, her face a mask of humiliation.

"We've never been flush with cash," Zoie interjected, her tone sharp. "Each year, you and my eldest uncle take the lion's share of the dividends. Our family's cut doesn't even come close to a tenth of yours!"

"Are you accusing me of playing favorites?" Old Madame Ramirez snapped back, her anger flaring.

"You're well aware of the truth," Zoie retorted coldly. "If you doubt it, by all means, examine the company's financial records and see for yourself how much of our share has been siphoned off."

Sulo's composure faltered.

He and his brother had long been siphoning money from Zoie's family, and he couldn't risk the matriarch scrutinizing the accounts. His smile returned as he quickly changed the subject. "Mother, today is a day of celebration. Let's not spoil it with anger," he suggested smoothly. "Where's Elena? I've brought the Porsche as her dowry. Let's call her to come take a look."

Old Madame Ramirez relented, though she cast a stern look at Zoie. "I'll overlook this for now," she declared.

Inside, Elena was finishing her makeup. Hearing that her Third Uncle had brought her dowry, she hurried out to see.

Adorned in a low-cut gown and heavy makeup, she exuded a subtle, seductive allure as she smiled.

"Elena," Sulo said with a smile, "you're engaged now, and I couldn't think of a better gift than to give you a Porsche. It's worth over two million, but I hope you won't look down on it."

"Why would I? Thank you so much, Uncle!" Elena beamed with joy. She had never driven such a luxurious car before.

As the conversation continued, the group eagerly made their way outside to lay eyes on the Porsche.

Rollins and his companions joined the crowd as they filed out.

Stepping into the courtyard, they were greeted by the sight of a sleek silver-white Porsche resting on the pavement. It was a sight to behold, with its streamlined body, alloy wheels, and lavish interior. Clearly, it was worth a fortune, and everyone was drawn to it, running their hands over its surface with envy.

The Ramirez family was wealthy, but spending over two million on a sports car was unheard of. Elena had always dreamed of owning such a car, and today, her dream had come true.

However, Rollins' brow furrowed as he inspected the vehicle. As the Young Master of the Lewis family, he had seen his fair share of luxury cars. To him, even the highest-end Porsche was nothing more than a plaything, and he immediately sensed something off about this one. The front half of the car was the latest model, but the rear was from last year's design.

It was a pieced-together car.

Sports cars often met with accidents, and the rich second generation would sell their wrecked vehicles for scrap. Some cars had usable rear halves, others had salvageable fronts. Unscrupulous dealers would smuggle these damaged cars into the country, weld the usable parts together, alter the engine numbers, and pass them off as new.

Such a car would sell for a fraction of the price. If this Porsche were new, it would indeed be worth over two million, but a smuggled, pieced-together car like this one might only be worth around two hundred thousand.

To confirm his suspicions, Rollins stepped forward and ran his hand along the middle section of the car.

But the moment he touched it, Sulo slapped his hand away, his voice dripping with contempt. "What are you doing touching the car? If you damage it, can you afford to pay for it?"

Rollins retracted his hand, retorting, "Why can they touch it, and I can't?"

"That's right!" Sulo scoffed. "They are Ramirez family. And you? What are you?"

Elena looked at him with disdain. "Why are you touching my car? You've probably jinxed it now!"

Elena's face clearly showed her disdain for Rollins.

The last time they crossed paths, Kasch had unwittingly offended the Wandos Company. In her eyes, Rollins was nothing but bad luck.

Rollins offered a wry smile. "This car isn't as great as you imagine, and even without my touch, it's not guaranteed good fortune."

"Not great?" Elena retorted with scorn. "It's certainly worth more than that cheap necklace your family trotted out."

Tracy's face flushed with embarrassment. She pinched Rollins sharply and hissed, "What are you blabbering about? Stop embarrassing us!"

Rollins shrugged with a sense of resignation. "Honestly, the car isn't all that. It's a smuggled patchwork job, probably worth less than 200,000. If you take it out, the driver could get arrested."

Elena sneered, "Rollins, your jealousy is downright ugly."

The others agreed, convinced that Rollins was just envious because he'd never driven such a fine car, calling it a patchwork vehicle out of spite.

Sulo's heart lurched. How did Rollins find out? The seller had assured him that no one but the traffic police could spot it as a smuggled patchwork car. If Old Madame Ramirez found out he'd passed off a 200,000 car as one worth 2 million, she'd be furious.

Despite its sleek appearance, the car's quality and safety were questionable—it probably wasn't even as reliable as a roadside taxi.

"Shut your mouth," Sulo warned Rollins, "or you'll regret it."

Rollins fell silent, but internally, he was plotting to expose Sulo's scheme.

Meanwhile, Old Madame Ramirez beamed with pride. "Elena, your Third Uncle adores you, gifting you such an expensive sports car. Go on, take it for a spin and see how it feels!"

"Absolutely!" Elena exclaimed, jumping into the car and driving off with high spirits.

The onlookers watched the car's receding figure with envy.

In the background, Rollins discreetly sent a text to Flinn.

Elena sped onto the main road, the car's power thrilling her as she laughed with exhilaration. Driving a Porsche worth over 2 million, she knew her friends would be green with envy.

After a joyous drive, her father called her back—the Perez family was due to arrive soon.

She finally turned the car around and headed back.

Pulling into the courtyard, her face lit up with a bright smile as a crowd quickly gathered around her, eager to hear about her experience.

But before she could utter a word, several police cars screamed into the scene, encircling the Porsche to the astonishment of everyone present.

A traffic officer emerged from the lead police car without hesitation and handcuffed the woman just as she was about to step out. Elena stood there, stunned, unable to resist.

She blinked in confusion. "Officer, what's this all about?"

The officer flashed his badge before explaining, "Good day, ma'am. We're currently investigating a serious case involving the smuggling of scrapped vehicles and illegal car modifications. The vehicle you're driving is identified as one of these smuggled, modified cars. You're suspected of smuggling and forging vehicle documents. You are now under arrest."