The Protector

Right then, a few men in suits arrived.

The salesperson immediately went up to greet him, “Mr. Olsen, you’re here?”

“Yeah, I’m here to buy a car. What’s wrong? Do I need to make an appointment for that?” One of the men asked.

The salesperson smiled obsequiously, “No, sir! Please, come in. You’re always welcomed here.”

Marshall Olsen smiled.

That’s another hundreds of thousands order there, perhaps even a million.

“Hmm? Hold up! Why are they allowed to enter?” Levi asked quizzically.

“Hmph, because they can afford to buy a car and you can’t!” Marshall said straightforwardly.

Several other salespersons looked at Levi with a mocking face as well.

Why should we waste our time on people who have no intentions to buy a car?

to meet your manager!” Levi barked,

who are you to meet him?” Marshall snorted. “He’s

with the commotion outside? What’s

her thirties came out from the inside. She was dressed in business attire,

Guillemin, this guy is forcing his way in when he’s not even here to buy a car!” Marshall said,

on Levi. “Well, well, isn’t

could vaguely remember her as Mandy Guillemin, who was a mere salesperson six years

she would be subservient and servile whenever

couldn’t believe that she was a manager

to buy a car, but your people wouldn’t let me in.” Levi

Our time is precious, so why should we entertain you when you

you I don’t have the

 on Coastal Street

mean I don’t have

of prison and you’re depending on your wife

that how you treat your

worth billions six years ago, and I’d served you like a slave. But now you’re nothing, so

welcomed here, you poor bastard!”