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

was basically

now. Is it the one who we chased out just now? Didn’t he want to

an instant, everyone fell

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

going all the way

choice. She did not

wanted to buy 100 Harleys just now would not be

No way!

guys were not around when it happened. His clothing was so shabby-looking. If

salesperson stood next to Isabelle and supported

were the ones who

started laughing and making

went back

BMWs. Their neighbor

nouveau riche like

went to the

she would not go in. She

to get his bikes. After all, BMW would

the only road that led to the shop. She would definitely be able to spot that nouveau riche

only had one chance. She had