Chapter 63: Wyvern Truck GX9s
"Sir, this way please..." an attendant gestured, leading Matthew past the main floor toward a frosted glass door labeled Private Viewing – Authorized Access Only.
The door slid open with a soft hiss. Inside was a different world.
Unlike the main showroom with its polished chrome and loud marketing displays, this room was quieter, almost museum-like. The lights were soft, angled perfectly to highlight the contours of the cars. Each vehicle sat in its own space, surrounded by velvet ropes and digital info panels. There weren’t many—only a dozen or so. But every one of them was rare.
Hand-built engines. Custom interiors. Modified to spec.
A black Lamborghini Aventador took the far-left platform, its body slick and matte, one of only eight in that limited edition worldwide. On the other side, a slate-gray Mercedes-Benz G-Class, equipped with adaptive suspension and armored panels.
At the center, the showstopper, a blood-red Ferrari 812 Superfast, rumored to have been custom-designed for a Middle Eastern prince who never came to collect it.
Matthew didn’t move toward any of them.
He was still thinking about the last few minutes with Frank.
It took a while. Longer than expected. But Frank eventually leaned forward, rubbed his chin, and muttered, "Screw it. It’s a great idea. Let’s build it." He even asked when they could start. That was all Matthew needed.
Matthew agreed on the spot.
Frank would be the CEO. That role was originally meant for Matthew, he had planned to take the lead himself. But things had changed. Becoming a Nexian came with new responsibilities, and with that, his world and his priorities shifted. In the end, they agreed Frank would run the show.