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

was basically giving away

who we chased out just now? Didn’t he want to buy

an instant, everyone fell

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

all the way with

choice. She did

to buy 100 Harleys

No way!

His clothing was so shabby-looking. If he really had the money to buy 100 BMWs, why

to Isabelle

forgot that they were the ones who kicked

and making sarcastic

crowd dispersed, they went

it was 100 BMWs. Their neighbor must be hanging up a banner to celebrate right

about this. A nouveau riche like this might

to the

in. She would just wait at

get his bikes. After all, BMW

road that led to the shop. She would definitely be

only had one chance. She had to grasp it