"How much was it? I'll pay you back," Stella said flatly.
Israel glared at her. "Do you think this is about money? Do you think we're short on cash?"
"Then what do you want?" Stella asked.
A cruel smile spread across Israel's face. "Aurora's car was destroyed. It's impossible for you to return the car you took from her, but since we're family, you can compensate her with an identical race car. *Dawnlight* was the car that won Aurora countless championships. It means as much to her as *Nocturne Stella* means to you. I'm only being reasonable because we're relatives."
Israel's face was a mask of smug provocation. "So, Stella? Do you dare to pay that price for him?"
Her expression remained calm. "I can replace *Dawnlight* for you, but you'll have to send me a complete list of all its parts."
Israel started to say something else, but Stella cut him off coolly.
"I'm not familiar with the car. If you don't provide a list, I'll just build it my own way. If it doesn't meet your standards, that's not my problem."
"Fine," Israel sneered. "I'll send you a list down to the very last screw. And if you can't replicate it, don't blame us for forgetting we're family."
*Dawnlight* had been personally modified by Leonard. Even if Stella could get the parts, assembling an identical car was impossible. Not to mention, many of the materials and components couldn't simply be bought; only Leonard had access to them. And given that he and Stella were mortal enemies, he would sooner give them to anyone else.
Israel could finally look forward to watching Stella fail and be forced to admit defeat. The thought brought a triumphant smirk to his lips. This time, he would crush her arrogance and make her beg.
Aurora watched silently, neither objecting nor intervening.

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