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?

of jeans that were already white from frequent washing and a white t-shirt. He

person like this could afford 100

here to

seeing Philip deep in thought, it made

still want them?” Isabelle asked while controlling

He said, “You

Hehe.

coldly. He had just blown his

can’t even afford one. Why

a despicable way as she crossed

Do you have them?” Philip frowned.

afford just one!

shouting

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

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

was this salesperson looking down on him? Plus, did she swallow a stick of dynamite this morning?

from head to toe and scoffed. “Sir, if you want to buy a car with two wheels, please go out and turn right. Yadea is just right there. A poor man like you should drive

poor man like him wants

“Do you see what he’s wearing? I don’t think he can even afford a

Philip. “Get out now. Not every

people were too snobbish. Did they

really look

from the door at this

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

welcome us?” Agnes asked

salesperson, Agnes knew

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