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.

100 BMW motorcycles would

was basically giving away

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

instant,

would that person be able to afford 100 BMW motorcycles? Stop guessing. If he could buy 100

going all the way

had no choice. She did not want to embarrass

to buy 100 Harleys just now would not

No way!

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

next to Isabelle and supported

they forgot that they were the ones who kicked him

started laughing and making

crowd dispersed, they went back to

was 100 BMWs. Their neighbor must be hanging up a

go and ask about this. A nouveau riche like this might come to

thought, Isabelle went to the BMW motorbike specialty

not go in. She would just

his bikes. After all, BMW would not

led to the shop. She would

had one chance. She had to grasp it