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.

BMW motorcycles would easily cost

basically

who we chased out just

an instant, everyone

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

the way with

had no choice. She did not want to

wanted to buy 100 Harleys just now would not be

No way!

happened. His clothing was so shabby-looking. If he really had the money to buy 100 BMWs, why didn’t

salesperson stood next to Isabelle and

were the

laughing and making

dispersed, they went

felt horrible. After all, it was 100 BMWs. Their neighbor must be hanging up a banner to celebrate

go and ask about this. A nouveau riche like this

that thought, Isabelle went to the BMW motorbike

go in. She would just wait at

his bikes. After all, BMW would not deliver

was standing at the only road that led to the shop. She would definitely

chance. She had to grasp it