Life at the Top

Next to them, Wendy frowned at the saleswoman’s attitude and choice of words.

“Isn’t your service a bit too unwelcoming? How can you even work in sales with such an attitude?”

“Oh?” The saleswoman side-eyed Wendy and scoffed. “Do you not know where you are? This is the Bentley showroom! Every car in here costs a few million dollars!

“I’ve got to admit that you have quite the taste, making a beeline for the Mulsanne the moment you walked in. You can’t even afford this no matter how you look at it, so why do we have to be polite to you?”

“How do you know that we can’t pay for it?” Wendy was irked.

The saleswoman guffawed as if she had been told a great joke. “I’ll swallow this towel if you can afford this, how’s that?”

Then, the saleswoman waved her hand to shoo them away irritably. “Enough is enough. You’ve already seen it, so stop standing here like an eyesore. Seriously, how do you even have the dignity to come in here with how poor you look?”

Once she was done speaking, Jasper then handed Xena his bank card.

“Write the contract and swipe the card. I’ll pay in full.” Jasper pointed at the Bentley Mulsanne. “I’ll take this Mulsanne.”

Jasper then looked at the gaping

heavy and his voice was not too loud,

expression, the saleswoman stared at the bank card in Xena’s hand. She snapped back to reality and scoffed coldly, unfazed. “You think you can joke around with a simple bank card? This car costs 6.8 million dollars! We

did not want to waste his time

please.” Jasper turned

blankly

buying it.” Jasper flashed her an

immediately ran off with

with a printed contract and the proper documents

keyed in the password and paid 6.8 million

a

people rich enough to buy Bentleys in the year 2000, they were powerful big shots who rarely

the car in person, for they usually had someone

was the first car

selling cars, and with this transaction, Xena had earned at least 20,000

the year 2000 amounted to the