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?

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,

like this could

here to be

deep in thought, it made her even more sure

you still want them?” Isabelle

and shook his head. He said, “You don’t

Hehe.

coldly. He had just blown his

I think you can’t even afford one.

said in a despicable way

Do you have them?” Philip frowned. This salesperson

you can even afford just one! Can’t you see where you

shouting

dare he come and cause

I can afford them or not? Plus, I made a

on him? Plus, did she swallow a stick of dynamite this morning? Or was she suffering from an irregular

afford 100?” Isabelle looked at Philip from head to toe and scoffed. “Sir, if you want to buy a car with two

stop joking. A poor man like him

wearing? I don’t think he can even afford a Yadea. He’s just here to take pictures and post them on his social

“Get out now. Not

too snobbish. Did they not

really look that

this moment. She asked,

head and looked at the Harleys in the shop.

welcome us?” Agnes

at the overbearing salesperson, Agnes knew what

Please get your manager