The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Finally stopping his laughter, Mr. Ferguson looked again at the embarrassed female sales consultant, Lilith.

“My dear Lilith, I’m not criticizing you. You’re a terrible judge of character! We’re a Maserati dealership, not Ford! You need to pick your customers. Don’t just serve anyone, let alone bring everyone into the dealership. Aren’t you lowering Maserati’s standards by letting such people into our showroom to choose a car?”

Mr. Ferguson looked tauntingly at Lilith and spoke with an insulting tone.

Lilith could not be more embarrassed. She had doubted earlier whether Sean and Zander could afford to buy a Maserati. However, it would be rude to ask. That was why she did not ask much.

Mr. Ferguson taunted her, and she did not know what to say for a moment.

“How do you know whether I can afford it before I pay with my card?” Sean said calmly instead of getting mad.

Mr. Ferguson snorted coldly and said, “Punk, I’m telling you, I’ve been a manager for years and have developed a good eye! I can tell what kind of car a man deserves at a glance! You two only deserve Ford at best! As for Maserati, you don’t even deserve a rear-view mirror. Let alone a car or a tire!’

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at your clothes. They look like you picked them from the trash. And look at me! I’m covered in designer clothes! Look at Mr. Rocco. His clothes are bespoke! Punk,

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Matteo, also cooperated by putting his hands behind his back and raising his head and chin to accept Mr.

top French designer, John Vincenton, designed it for me. Forget about

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he looked at Matteo with admiration and envy. “You’re amazing, Mr. Rocco. I’m no match

raised his chin

looked more disdainfully

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it so noisy here?