In half an hour.
"Sir, the total price is 6, 687, 642. Here are your card and receipt. Now we have a temporary license plate. If you have time, please come tomorrow afternoon to change it into a formal license plate and you'll get a sticker and gas card."
The saleswoman handed Sean the black card and the receipt, her voice shaking with emotion.
He was so rich and generous!
She had been working at Bentley 4S for nearly three months, and it was the first time she had met a customer like Sean. His clothes were plain, even shabby, yet he was rich and generous.
That was Mulsanne! About seven million! But he didn't ask for price, didn't test drive, just looked at it and bought it. It was like buying a luxury car was no different than buying a bag of pickles for him.
"Thank you."
Sean took the supreme black card and receipt and said, "Now, can I drive the car?"
"Yes, of course you can."
Sean turned to get in the car and drove off.
"Did he really buy it?"
"Does this guy really have that much money?"
"That's so cool! He spends money like a horse!"
Only then did the saleswomen across recover from their shock as Sean drove away from the 4S shop.
They looked at each other and regretted so much!
Obviously, they were the first to see Sean enter the store, but they made a mistake and did not come to greet him at the first time. So, the new intern got the chance.
Envy! Jealousy! Hate!!!!
Unwilling!
The most important thing was that the rookie's three-month internship was almost over. In three days, she would have been fired, and now, selling a Mulsanne was enough for her to stay and become a regular employee.
"Damn it!"
One of the saleswomen glared at the new girl and snorted, "Stealing our biggest client, we can't just let this go."
"So, Mamie, what do you say? We're on your terms."
Asked another saleswoman.
"Yeah."
"Me, too."
The other saleswomen nodded and agreed, seemingly led by Mamie.
Mamie thought about it and said coldly, "What else can we do? What we need to do is to find a way to make her make a mistake and get fired by the boss. And when she does, that client, of course, will be ours."
"Okay!"
"Mamie, you are so impressive. You can crush her with one finger. Get her fired and not even paid!"
"Well, why does she pretend to be so pure and lofty? She won't even let the client touch her legs."
They said the same thing and got the same bad views.
And the new saleswoman was so excited that she thought she had met her savior and saved her job when she met Sean. She had no idea that Sean had brought her luck as well as disaster. He had made her a thorn in their side…
…
At that time.
Sean had already driven back to Ricky Mall.
"Cecilia, where's your cheap husband?"
As soon as he got back to the store, he heard Chloe complaining angrily, "He promised to move our stuff, and then he disappeared. He didn't stand us up and go home alone, did he?"
"Bastard! Come on, call him. When he gets here, I'll see what I can do to him!"
Cecilia looked embarrassed.
She wanted to call Sean, too, but the point was, she didn't have Sean's cell phone number.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
Sean smiled and walked over, glancing around. Cecilia and Chloe picked out more than half of the clothes in the store, leaving only 30 or 40 pieces hanging on hangers. They put the seventy or eighty pieces they picked out into sacks.
Two whole sacks, at least 50 kilos.
They really knew how to pick and choose.
"What's the matter with you? Where have you been? What took you so long? Cecilia and I have been waiting here for you for ten minutes, thinking you got away!"
Cecilia didn't scold him, but Chloe gave Sean a piece of her mind.
"There were too many clothes to carry, so I went and bought a car."
Sean said casually, "Let's go. I'll take you home."
With these words, he picked up a sack in each hand, shook it lightly and strode away. The sack, which weighed more than 50 kilos, was like a toy in his hand and easily carried over his shoulder.
"You bought a car?"
Cecilia and Chloe looked at each other and saw surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.
"Wait!"
Cecilia was too shy to ask, but Chloe caught up with him and asked, "You said you went out to buy a car?"
"Yes."
Sean nodded as he walked.
"What kind of car is it? How much did it cost? From the time you disappear to the time you show up, it's only 30 minutes, tops. Bought a car in half an hour. What are you kidding? What are we, like, three years old?"
Chloe didn't believe him.
Sean didn't bother to explain. He hurried out of the Ricky Mall. Chloe came back to Cecilia and snorted, "Your cheap husband's vanity is even stronger than a woman's!"
"I'd like to see how much money he has in his dark card and what kind of car he can buy."
"If it isn't as good as Hudson's Mercedes, I would definitely laugh at him!"
Chloe gritted her teeth.
She finally got a rich boyfriend like Hudson Scott and she had felt very superior. She asked Cecilia to hang out with her just to show off her man.
Sean, however, stole Hudson's thunder and severely damaged Chloe's sense of superiority.
Chloe was already upset.
Now Hudson had left, leaving Chloe alone. Sean went out and bought a car. He was flaunting his wealth again. How could Chloe tolerate that?
Were you guys gonna show off in front of me?
Come on!
I was the one showing off my man, okay? And now my man was gone, and you were bragging. Have you thought about how I felt?
"He was in prison for five years. He just got out today. He can't have a lot of money."
Cecilia reassured her, "The black card, I think, was his savings before he went to prison. He just spent more than 900, 000 dollars. I don't think there's a lot left in his credit card. How can he afford a Mercedes?"
"I guess so!"
Chloe nodded her head, and the feeling of superiority that had been suppressed for a long time surged up again. She snorted, lifting her chin, "How can a rapist just out of prison compete with a rich young man like Hudson?"
"If he could really afford a Mercedes, I…"
"I could be his nanny."
Chloe had a straightforward personality. She said that without even thinking about it.
Just then, Sean, carrying two large sacks, made a beeline for Mulsanne, parked in the opposite square...