Chapter 3

Chapter 3

19.9.

After swiping the card three times, it still showed insufficient funds.

Jorge was sweating bullets. "Miss Noreen, perhaps you could try another card?"

Noreen glared at him. "What kind of store is this? Your card machines are useless!"

"Yes, yes, of course!" Jorge responded with a forced smile.

Noreen, with her head held high, handed him another card, but it still didn't work.

Her expression changed, and suddenly, as if she had a realization, she shouted, "Ryland, you despicable scoundrel!"

???

Was she upset because she couldn't spend my money?

"Ryland, we're about to get engaged! And you won't even buy me a car?"

Jorge's eyes widened at the mention of Ryland. Wasn't Ryland the name of Mr. Adams? But the person in front of him was wearing a $19.9 T-shirt. How could he possibly be the esteemed Mr. Adams? He didn't believe it; it had to be a coincidence!

I looked at Noreen with a mocking smile. "You want to buy a car. Whose name should it be under?"

Noreen replied without hesitation, "Xander, of course. He's been with me for so many years. What's wrong with buying him a car?"

Jorge was dumbfounded. What had he just heard? The future Mrs. Adams wasn't buying a car for herself but for some other guy? Thankfully, the car hadn't been sold yet. If Mr. Adams found out that a car for a third party was sold through him, he'd be in big trouble.

Seeing my sarcastic look, Noreen threw her bag at my head. "What kind of look is that? Asking you to buy a car is like asking for your life. Are you waiting for me to beg you?"

The bag she threw at me was one I personally flew to France and waited in line for three days and nights to get it for her. Now it lay on the ground, and my forehead was bleeding from the impact, blood trickling down my cheek.

Noreen seemed oblivious, her expression manic as she screamed at me, "I'm asking you one last time, are you buying the car or not? If not, we're breaking up!"

Valerie quickly brought over a first aid kit and bandaged me up. See, even a stranger knows how to care for me, but Noreen, the woman I cherished, only knows how to hurt me.

"Of course, I'll buy it!"

Noreen's expression softened a bit. "Don't think that just because..."

"I need a Ferrari myself!"

"What did you say?!"

I ignored her and called Dennis.

"Mr. Adams, what brings you here? Which car caught your eye? I'll have it delivered to your home!"

"What's wrong with your forehead? Jorge, how are you treating our esteemed guest? Get Mr. Adams a seat immediately!"

Jorge was petrified. This person was indeed Mr. Adams, and he knew the boss! He was doomed. What had he done?

He had made Mr. Adams park a mile away, accused him of taking photos to freeload, and even mistook him for a driver and pushed him around...

He was finished! He had offended the golden goose!

Dennis looked at him puzzled and personally invited me to sit down. Seeing Noreen beside me, he asked, "What do these two customers need?"

Jorge was at his wit's end. How was he supposed to explain this?

Dennis asked me, "Did you just say you wanted to order a car?"

I shook my head.

Jorge breathed a sigh of relief. He knew it was just talk.

"Order ten cars, and credit the sales to this young lady."

Dennis couldn't believe his ears. "Ten cars? Are you serious?"

"Of course!" I said, pointing at Valerie.

"Ryland, how dare you!" Noreen screamed.

I impatiently rubbed my ears. "Are you a parrot? All you do is squawk and screech!"

"You..." Noreen's chest heaved, rendered speechless by my retort.

Valerie's eyes widened in disbelief. She had been an intern here for six months without making any sales and hadn't been promoted. Today, this gentleman bought ten cars and said the sales would be credited to her. The commission alone would be nearly a million! She couldn't believe it; it felt like a dream!

After I swiped my card, Jorge's face twisted in regret. He had been the first to recognize Mr. Adams. If only he had acted differently... Ten cars! The commission alone would have been nearly a million!

He glared hatefully at Noreen and Xander. They had no money but pretended to be big shots, causing him to lose such a huge deal! He felt like going outside and slashing their Rolls-Royce tires.

Then he turned around and saw, oh dear, where was the Rolls-Royce?

Noreen noticed too and accused Dennis of stealing, threatening to have him arrested.

Dennis hurriedly went to check the surveillance footage.

I stopped him. "I had it towed away! Since Miss Noreen looks down on me so much, I won't leave my car here to offend her eyes."

They won't get a single cent from me ever!

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