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.

would easily

basically giving

who we chased out just now? Didn’t

instant, everyone

that person be

going all the way with

choice. She did not want to embarrass

100 Harleys

No way!

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

next to Isabelle and

they forgot that they were

and

they went

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

and ask about this. A nouveau riche like this might come to buy a Harley one day when he was

thought, Isabelle went to the BMW motorbike specialty

go in. She would just wait at the

back to get his bikes. After all, BMW would

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

one chance. She had to grasp it