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?

meet your manager!” Levi barked,

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

with the commotion

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

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

Levi. “Well, well,

vaguely remember her as Mandy Guillemin, who was

time, she would be subservient and

couldn’t believe that she was

car, but

time is precious, so why should we entertain you

don’t have the money?” Levi

store on Coastal Street right now if I

I don’t have

of? You just came out of prison and you’re depending on your wife for livelihood.

that how you treat

six years ago, and I’d served you like a slave. But now

welcomed here, you poor bastard!” Mandy gave him