The First Heir

This was the most savage statement Isabelle Ford had ever heard after so many years of selling Harley-Davidsons.

He just came up and asked her if they had 100 bikes.

Isabelle was stunned. After a while, she said bitterly, “Sir, are you sure you want 100? And you want 100 of the latest models?”

Philip nodded indifferently. “Right. Do you not have that many? If not, it’s fine as long as they are Harleys.”

Isabelle was stunned once again.

It was fine as long as they were Harleys?

Just how much did this man like Harleys?

“Sir, we only have 32 in stock. We just did the count this morning. We don’t have 100,” Isabelle said sadly.

Was this man really a nouveau riche?

When Philip heard that, he lifted his eyebrow and looked around. “Only 32?”

According to Philip’s calculation, he would at least need 100. Even though they only had more than ten employees, it would be fine if he hired more people.

This was the first time Isabelle met a client who wanted to buy 100 Harleys in one go.

She could not help but look at Philip up and down.

What if he was crazy?

He was wearing a pair of jeans that were already white from frequent washing and a white t-shirt. He was also wearing a pair of dirty sport shoes, and

this could afford

just here

this, Isabelle’s expression fell. After seeing Philip deep in thought, it made her even more sure that this

them?”

his head. He

Hehe.

smirked coldly. He had

think you can’t even afford one. Why are you still pretending

motorcycles?” Isabelle said in a despicable way as she crossed her arms. In just

I’m here to buy motorcycles. 100. Do you have them?” Philip frowned. This salesperson did not have the enthusiasm she

don’t think you can even afford just one! Can’t you see where you are before coming here to put up

shouting

hell is he? How dare he come and cause trouble in the early morning? He

I can afford them or not? Plus, I made a reservation.” Philip was

on him? Plus, did she swallow a stick of dynamite this morning? Or

are you kidding me? You’re saying you can afford 100?” Isabelle looked at Philip from head to toe and scoffed. “Sir, if you want to buy a car

stop joking. A poor man like

think he can even afford a Yadea.

and warned Philip. “Get out now. Not every piece of

Did they not know that the rich liked to keep

really look

in from the door at this moment. She asked,

the Harleys in the shop. “Let’s go. They don’t welcome us

us?”

at the overbearing salesperson, Agnes knew what was going

to look at the motorcycles today. Please get your manager for me,” Agnes said unhappily. She was trying to control her