The first thing people noticed wasn't the cars.
It was the sound.
A deep, guttural symphony of engines that didn't just announce an arrival—it declared one. The low, predatory growls of modified hypercars, the menacing hum of armored luxury SUVs, and the sharp, commanding sirens of police escorts created a goddamn orchestra of power.
Heads turned, conversations halted, and even the employees at Wilder Automotive Pavilion, who had seen some shit, had to step back. This wasn't just some billionaire's brat pulling up to flex—it was an event.
And then the convoy came into view.
