Ghost Billionaire
Chapter 63: Wyvern Truck GX9s

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.

Matthew would be the investor, the architect. The one pulling strings in the background.

"Would you like me to walk you through the models, sir?" the attendant asked, tablet in hand. Earlier, Frank had instructed the attendant to show Matthew around while he makes some calls.

Matthew nodded. "Something low-key. Not too flashy."

The man gave a short nod and swiped across the screen. "Of course. I have a few options. If you’re looking for performance but subtlety, the Halden Arix is our newest stealth series. Matte gray, no emblems. Interior fully custom. Drives like a beast but doesn’t draw attention. Or..." he paused, adjusting the tablet. "There’s the Verlan V-Trek. Hybrid setup, quiet as anything on the road. Great control. Lightweight armor built into the chassis. Doesn’t look it from the outside."

Matthew scanned the options. He pointed at the Arix. "That one."

Before the attendant could open his mouth again, a voice came from behind Matthew.

"Matthew? Huh. Didn’t know this place accepts dogs now."

Matthew stopped walking.

He turned.

Adam.

He stood just a few steps away, hands in his jacket pockets. His two usual shadows, Marc and Dean, flanked him.

Matthew kept his expression unreadable as he recalled what happened the last time he had met these three people. "Adam..." Matthew smiled. "I didn’t know you already recovered after that last beating..."

"You—" Adam’s eyes turned wide. "What the hell are you talking about!? Since when did you beat me!?"

"I don’t remember saying that, but if the shoe fits..." Matthew smiled.

Almost immediately, Adam’s face turned ugly.

Then Dean leaned toward the attendant with a smirk that looked like it hurt his own brain.

"Where’s Frank? Don’t you know who this person is?" Dean pointed at Adam. "He’s your boss’s VIP. You should assist him first."

"Besides... why not just throw this guy out already?" Dean jabbed a thumb at Matthew. "Pretty sure the property value drops every second he’s still breathing in here."

Matthew looked between Dean and Adam like he was watching a documentary on endangered idiots. Same circle. Same shared brain cell. The one they kept losing.

Marc piped up, as if eager to join the idiot convention. "Hey, Matthew, do you even know anything about cars? Weren’t you just some charity case from a third-rate state that the Lindberg family sponsored?"

Matthew let out a snort before turning to the attendant, who looked ready to speak. One sharp look from him was enough to shut the man up. How else was he supposed to celebrate today’s winnings if not by squeezing a few spoiled young masters dry?

The attendant opened his mouth like he was going to say something brave. Then saw the look that Matthew gave him and decided not to intervene.

"What? Why the hell are you smiling like that?" Marc asked.

"I came to buy a car," Matthew said.

Matthew didn’t wait for a reply.

He turned to the attendant and motioned toward the lineup. "I’m looking for something big," he said. "The bigger, the better."

The attendant blinked, surprised, then quickly gestured toward the far end of the floor. "We just got a shipment of the new Wyvern Truck GX9s. You won’t find them in the regular catalogs yet."

"Just released last month. Fully AI-assisted, adaptive terrain response, armored frame, reinforced suspension, and a dual motor torque system. It’s a hybrid, but the range and hauling capacity outperform anything on the market. Touchscreen dash with biometric start, plus drone integration for aerial mapping. Top-tier build. Full package runs just under a million."

Matthew nodded and was already heading toward it. He knew this car well and had seen it earlier. He also had the every intention of making it his.

Adam scoffed. "Wow... are you really going to pretend you can afford that?"

The attendant hesitated, glancing between them. "Sir, would you like to take a closer look?"

Matthew nodded once. "Open it."

The attendant tapped a command on his wristband. The Wyvern GX9’s doors lifted automatically with a soft hydraulic hiss, interior lights pulsing as the AI booted up. The dashboard flickered to life, projecting a real-time scan of the area.

Adam crossed his arms. "This is ridiculous. Just how expensive is this thing?"

Dean leaned toward the attendant. "You might want to stop wasting time. This guy’s just here to touch stuff and post online. Probably hasn’t got a thousand dollar in his account." Who doesn’t know that Matthew Lindberg is not a real Lindberg? Everyone knew that Lenox was the real heir.

However, Matthew ignored them as he stepped into the truck, settled into the driver’s seat, and rested one hand on the steering wheel. The AI interface responded to his touch, adjusting the seat and scanning his vitals automatically. He looked around the interior—leather finish, tinted HUD, voice-command ready. This was just like the Wyvern that he liked in his past life!

"I’ll take it," Matthew said without looking at them.

The attendant blinked. "Would you like to see financing options or—"

"No," Matthew said. "I’ll pay in full. Cash."

"Dude, can you stop pretending already?" Marc cut in. "There’s no way you can afford that. What? Did you steal from Lenox or something?"

Matthew smiled at the three idiots and said, "Do you wanna bet?"