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.

motorcycles would easily cost

was basically giving

who we chased out just now? Didn’t he

instant,

only came 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? Stop guessing. If he could buy

going all the way

choice. She did not

wanted to buy 100 Harleys just now

No way!

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

next to Isabelle and supported

that they were the ones who

and making

the crowd dispersed, they went back

100 BMWs. Their neighbor

this. A nouveau riche like this might

thought, Isabelle went to the BMW motorbike specialty

course, she would not go in. She would just

back to get his bikes. After all,

was standing at the only road that led to the shop. She would definitely be able to spot

only had one chance. She had