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 a

basically giving away

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

an instant,

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?

the way with that

had no choice. She did not

man who wanted to buy 100 Harleys just now would not be able to

No way!

clothing was so shabby-looking.

next to Isabelle and supported

they were the ones who

laughing and making sarcastic

they went back to do their own

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

nouveau riche like this might

that thought, Isabelle went to the BMW motorbike

not go in.

his bikes. After all, BMW would not deliver 100 bikes

the shop. She would definitely be able

She had to grasp it