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

just now? Didn’t he want to buy 100 Harleys?”

instant,

fell. She 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

all the way

choice. She did not want to

100 Harleys just now would not be able to

No way!

so shabby-looking. If he really had the money to

stood next to Isabelle and supported

forgot that they were the ones who kicked

laughing and making

the crowd dispersed, they went

all, it was 100 BMWs. Their neighbor must be hanging up a banner

to go and ask about this. A nouveau riche like this might come to

went to the BMW

in. She would just

bikes. After

led to the shop. She

only had one chance. She had to