The First Heir

Chapter 62

The group of people was squeezing their heads to see what was going on. They wanted so badly to see who that nouveau riche was.

100 BMW motorcycles!

That many would cost 20 to 30 million bucks!

“He’s here!” someone from the crowd yelled.

Everyone’s eyes were glued to the people who were walking out of the BMW shop.

The leader was a middle-aged man. They knew him. He was Manager Smith, the manager of the BMW motorcycle specialty shop.

He was walking with a young man. He was courteous and polite to him. He kept on nodding and bowing. He only stopped until he escorted the man into a BMW X8 that was already prepared prior.

This was the level of service for a huge client. They would get a car to drive them around.

The people in the Harley-Davidson shop did not even get to see the face of the nouveau riche before he got into the car and left.

There were too many people there, so they could not take a closer look.

“I can’t see him. Who is that? He’s so rich. Why didn’t he buy the bikes from us?” someone grumbled.

Indeed, 100 BMW motorcycles would easily cost a few million.

He was basically giving away money.

“I remember now. Is it the one who we chased out just now? Didn’t he want to buy 100 Harleys?” someone said loudly.

In an instant, everyone fell silent.

Isabelle’s face fell. She only came back to her senses when the car drove away. She yelled, “How is that possible? How would that person be able to afford 100 BMW motorcycles? Stop guessing. If he could buy 100 bikes, I, Isabelle Ford, will kowtow and apologize to him!”

Isabelle was going all the way with that statement.

She had no choice. She did not want to embarrass herself.

Plus, that poor man who wanted to buy 100 Harleys just now would not be able to afford those.

No way!

“Yeah, I support Isabelle. You guys were not around when it happened. His clothing was so shabby- looking. If he really had the money to buy 100 BMWs, why didn’t he buy from us?”

The salesperson stood next to Isabelle and supported her.

However, they forgot that they were the ones who kicked him out.

Everyone started laughing and making sarcastic remarks.

After the crowd dispersed, they went back to do their own things.

However, Isabelle felt horrible. After all, it was 100 BMWs. Their neighbor must be hanging up a banner to celebrate right now.

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With that thought, Isabelle went to the BMW motorbike specialty shop.

Of course, she would not go in. She would just wait at the entrance.

She knew the buyer would come back to get his bikes. After all, BMW would not deliver 100 bikes here instantly.

She was standing at the only road that led to the shop. She would definitely be able to spot that nouveau riche from here.

She only had one chance. She had to grasp it tightly.

At this moment, a sweet voice came from behind her.

“Belle, what are you doing?”

Isabelle turned around and saw her cousin, Ruby. She was with her friends when they walked over, the smell of their perfumes lingering in the air.

Her friends were dressed very provocatively and stylishly.

Nine out of ten men would turn around to look at them when they walked past.

Plus, her friends were not too bad. They had nice bodies and were not stingy in showing the world what their mothers gave them.

“Miss Isabelle.”

The other girls greeted. They all knew each other.

“It’s fine. I’m just waiting for someone,” Isabelle smiled and said. “Why are you so free today?”

Ruby grabbed Isabelle’s arms coquettishly and said, “My birthday is in a few days. I came here to invite you to a meal.”

Isabelle rolled her eyes at her and said, “Sure, I’ll go.”

“You have to bring some rich men over. My friends are in their ‘window period’. They’re desperate,” Ruby said gleefully.

Then, the gang chatted with Isabelle for a long while.