Chapter 177 - Chapter 177: A Symphony of Neon and Speed

Under normal circumstances, the vehicles that populated the subterranean garage were a testament to understated elegance and somber authority. They were invariably painted in shades of midnight black, gunmetal grey, or perhaps a deep, executive navy blue that swallowed the light rather than reflected it. Consequently, one rarely paid them much heed. They were simply tools of transport, blending seamlessly into the background of high society. However, today was evidently an exception to every rule Ethan Caldwell had ever established. The vehicle before them did not merely suggest a departure from the norm. It screamed it.