Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 158: Reunion Preparation

It was late at noon. The sun was turning dull orange, the clouds were leaving the sky.

Ember rays spilled into the large, polished living room of the Steele residence, casting a bright gleam across the marble floors.

Darren stood by the wall-length mirror near the stairs, buttoning the cuff of his dark blue shirt while trying — and failing — to fend off the fussing hands of his mother.

"Stop moving," she scolded lightly, her small but determined hands batting away his halfhearted attempts to wave her off.

"I can dress myself, Mom," Darren grumbled under his breath, tugging slightly at his sleeve.

"Yes, and you'd walk into a reunion looking like you just crawled out of an investment war zone," she quipped, expertly smoothing the shoulders of his shirt. "You men. You need someone to keep you looking civilized."

Darren raised a brow. "Civilized? Mum, what are you on about now?"

She peeked at him and hissed. "Do you think I'll ever believe that you picked this fine suit all on your own?"

Darren made a face. "Mom! I'll have you know that I have an excellent taste in fashion."

"If that's what you think, then fine." She pursed her lips.

"Hold on! Hold on! You don't think it's true?"

"Dare, I'm only saying that I know when a woman picks a suit for a man. And I know when a man picks one for himself."

She looked at him. "You..." Then she tapped the suit. "... didn't pick this shit by yourself."

Darren chuckled. "Alright, fine. It's fine, Mrs Sherla Holmes."

She poked his side sharply, making him jolt.

They both laughed for a good while.

"I'm just saying Darren, I think it's time you thought more about someone younger doing the job," she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Maybe that sweet little blonde girl who keeps bringing you homemade lunches lately."

Darren rolled his eyes. "You're acting like you don't know her name."

"Penny! Okay, Penny! She's the right girl for the job, don't you think?"

Darren sighed. "Mum, Penelope's just... helping out. She's a friend."

"A friend who blushes every time you look at her," his mother sing-songed, stepping back and crossing her arms triumphantly. "You're not fooling anyone, Darren. You should think about it, you know. Settle down. Start a family. I want grandbabies while I still have the knees to run after them."

He sighed dramatically but smiled. "You're worse than company board members when they're trying to pressure me into a deal."

She smiled fondly, patting his cheek once. "Good. Maybe I'll succeed where they won't."

Before he could respond, the sharp roar of an engine echoed outside.

Both of them turned toward the sound.

A minute later, the doorbell rang.

Darren's brows arched slightly. "That must be it."

He crossed the living room and opened the door.

Parked at the curb was a 2010 Lamborghini Reventon— deep black-silver, polished like glass, crouched low and deadly like a predator ready to pounce.

Standing beside it, dressed in slim white jeans and a tailored red leather jacket, was Lana Marchesi, the saleswoman from Monarch Motors who had sold him the Aston Martin.

Her platinum hair was tied into a sharp ponytail, and her heels clicked against the stone steps as she sauntered up, holding a clipboard and a single black key fob.

Darren took a good look at the car. "This the one Rachel chose?"

"Yes, Mr. Steele," she said, her voice velvety smooth. "Your secretary was very articulate and direct with the product she wanted. The Lamborghini Reventon with a new, F-22 Raptor-inspired body."

She walked around the face of the vehicle. "It was produced between 2007 and 2008. The Reventón's name honors a bull that killed a famous bullfighter in 1943. It packs a 6.5-liter V12 engine producing 650 hp, channeled to all four wheels via a 6-speed e-gear transmission."

She touched its hood. "It features carbon fiber bodywork, and that allows it to hit 60 mph in about 3.4 seconds and reach a top speed of around 211 mph. You're going to love this car, Mr. Steele."

Darren smirked. "Am I?"

He stepped into the outside, walking closer to the car while admiring its features as Lana and Pamela watched. "Has it been prepped?"

She handed him the key fob with a little more flair than necessary. "Prepped, perfumed, fueled, and polished by the gods themselves. She's ready for her big night out."

Darren twirled the key fob once between his fingers, inspecting it with mild amusement.

Then he got into the vehicle. He stabbed the key into the hole and twisted. The car sang to the ignition, causing Darren to grin with greed.

Lana leaned in slightly, her perfume — rich and subtle — brushing his senses.

"You know..." she said coyly, "I wouldn't mind hitching a ride. See how she handles at full speed."

She gave him a sideways look, biting her lower lip just enough for it to be noticeable.

Darren smiled politely, adjusting his cuffs again. "You see that woman over there?"

Lana looked over the roof of the car at Pamela who watched from the near distance.

"That's my mom," he continued. "Don't you think it's disrespectful to ask to be the first woman I share this car with when my mother's right there?"

Her face flushed with alarm. "Oh no— Mr. Steele. I really didn't mean to offend, I only thought—"

"The truck's waiting for you out there, isn't it? Best to get going before you keep them waiting."

Her lips parted slightly, but she quickly shut her mouth and nodded her head.

"You're right! I'll take my leave immediately! Thank you for once again patronizing Monarch Motors! We hope to see you again, Mr. Steele."

He gave her a noncommittal nod, watching her turn on her heel and stride back toward the truck parked down the street. "Sure you do."

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The doors closed, and a moment later, the transport vehicle rumbled away.

Darren sat there for a second, feeling the smooth body of the car's steering wheel.

The Lambo's engine growled hungrily, daring him to push it to its limits.

Pamela appeared by the window to his right, chuckling knowingly.

"Something tells me that that's not the only heart you're going to break tonight," she said.

Darren squeezed his lips and nodded his head. "Mom..."

"Just don't mess around with any woman and come back home, okay? Penny will be waiting for you."

"That's it! Goodbye, mother!"

She laughed herself to stupor as Darren reversed the car and sped out of his own home like he had just robbed a bank.