Cammy frowned, her gaze fixed on the velvet box, hesitant to open it.
Greg, growing impatient, reached over, opened the box himself, and pulled out the contents. "This is yours now," he said, holding up the contents of it.
Her eyes widened in shock. "A car key? You're providing me with a car? That's too much!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with protest.
"It's not a luxury car, so don't worry," Greg replied calmly. "It's just a standard sedan—nothing flashy, to keep things low-profile. I figured you might not want a driver or bodyguard chauffeuring you everywhere, which is why I'm giving this to you. But for your safety, your bodyguards will still follow in a convoy."
Cammy hesitated for a moment, debating whether to take the car key or not. Finally, she accepted it, earning a satisfied smile from Greg.
"Good girl…" he murmured in a low, teasing tone, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.
