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?

your manager!” Levi barked, his face

to meet

the commotion outside? What’s going

out from the inside. She was

forcing his way in when he’s not

Levi. “Well, well, isn’t this

Mandy Guillemin,

that time, she would be subservient and servile

that she was a

car, but your people wouldn’t

chuckled, “I think what she did was right! Our time is precious, so why should we entertain you when you don’t

told you I don’t have the

buy every single 4S dealership store on Coastal Street right

you mean I don’t

think I don’t know what you’re capable of? You just came out of prison and you’re depending on your wife

how

were worth billions six years ago, and I’d served you like a

now! You’re not welcomed here, you poor bastard!”