The First Heir

The group of people was squeezing their heads to see what was going on. They wanted so badly to see who that nouveau riche was.

100 BMW motorcycles!

That many would cost 20 to 30 million bucks!

“He’s here!” someone from the crowd yelled.

Everyone’s eyes were glued to the people who were walking out of the BMW shop.

The leader was a middle-aged man. They knew him. He was Manager Smith, the manager of the BMW motorcycle specialty shop.

He was walking with a young man. He was courteous and polite to him. He kept on nodding and bowing. He only stopped until he escorted the man into a BMW X8 that was already prepared prior.

This was the level of service for a huge client. They would get a car to drive them around.

The people in the Harley-Davidson shop did not even get to see the face of the nouveau riche before he got into the car and left.

There were too many people there, so they could not take a closer look.

“I can’t see him. Who is that? He’s so rich. Why didn’t he buy the bikes from us?” someone grumbled.

motorcycles would easily cost a

was basically giving

it the one who we chased out just now? Didn’t he want to buy 100 Harleys?” someone

instant, everyone

to her senses when the car drove away. She yelled, “How is that possible? How would that person be able to afford 100

going all the

had no choice. She did not

man who wanted to buy 100 Harleys just now would not

No way!

His clothing was so shabby-looking. If he really had

to Isabelle

that they were the

laughing and

crowd dispersed, they went back to do their own

100 BMWs. Their neighbor must be hanging up

to go and ask about this. A nouveau riche like this might come to buy a Harley one

that thought, Isabelle went to the BMW motorbike specialty

she would not go in. She would just wait at

back to get his bikes. After all, BMW would not

shop. She would

one chance. She had to