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?

want to meet your manager!” Levi barked, his face

who are you to meet

with the commotion outside? What’s

the inside. She was dressed in business attire,

is forcing his way in when he’s not even here

when her eyes fell on Levi. “Well,

remember her as Mandy Guillemin, who was a

time, she would be subservient and servile whenever

that she was

car, but your people wouldn’t let me

chuckled, “I think what she did was right! Our time is precious, so why should we entertain you when you

don’t have the

4S dealership store on Coastal Street right now if I want

I don’t have the

know what you’re capable of? You just came out of prison and you’re depending on your wife

how you treat

am realistic!” Mandy retaliated. “You were worth billions six years ago, and I’d served you like a slave. But now you’re nothing, so why should

welcomed here, you poor