In a quiet corner away from the restless crowd, where Hena led Chad, she whispered to him,"Chad, look, you can't reveal your identity yet. The crowd is still doubtful about Artis, and if they knew you were here, I'm afraid they would mob you. We need you to work from the shadows."Chuck thought in his mind: "This is ridiculous! Why am I hiding? I should be out there, showing them who can actually fix this mess."But outwardly in front of Hena, he just smiled awkwardly and said, "But Mrs Silverman, don't you think that seeing me here will encourage their morale? It might even make them more hopeful that the situation will get better -""Chad, listen to me. I want what is good for your benefit too. Let Artis' name be thrown around in the crowd right now, where half the people are doubtful still. Meanwhile, you just use your connections to solve this situation from the background, and we'll make sure you get the credit once the problem is solved."Chad felt like this was a waste of time

Artis clenched his fists, in a dilemma regarding the aftermath of Jerry's misguided actions. He couldn't go ahead and clear things up right now, as it might cause the protest negotiations to take the wrong turn. But at the same time, he couldn't allow Chad to pretend to be the real Artis Hardy forever, or even for today. The truth was bound to come out eventually, and the sooner it was, the better it would be for his reputation. Artis, a man of calculated precision, found himself thrust into chaos, all thanks to Hena's reckless actions. And thanks to Jerry's belief that Chad was the grandson of Mr. Hardy, the storm had become even more intense. Artis had initially called Jerry to the Sunset Village to confront another individual, Jack. And that's why, he had asked Chuck to escort him as well, expecting a discreet conversation to settle matters without the need for public spectacle. As Artis silently surveyed the aftermath, his steely gaze fell upon Jerry, who had acted as an unwi

While Artis was inside the showroom, speaking to Jenny and the sales team, Claire McKonnell, who had also accompanied him there, was waiting for him in the car. When fifteen minutes passed without Artis notifying her about what was going on inside, she decided to investigate the situation herself. With a sense of curiosity, she stepped down from the car and entered the showroom. She spotted Artis near a red car, and approached him cautiously. Although she had sensed from the expressions of the sales team that something might be wrong, she maintained a professional demeanor and asked, "Mr. Hardy, is everything alright? Is there some problem, or should I wait for you in the car itself?"Artis was surprised to see her there, but acknowledged her words with a simple nod. He then sighed and replied, "Claire, it seems they don't need our business here. They are adamant about not serving someone like me based on their assumptions, and I don't want to argue with them."Claire immediately

Jenny, fueled by curiosity and perhaps a tinge of envy, had hastily made her way to Luxe Autos on hearing about the massive sale over there. Completely unaware that the mysterious buyer was Artis, she was struggling to catch a glimpse of the person, but her attempts to get a clear view of the person who was taking the car for a test drive were blocked by a large crowd that had gathered there. Feeling rather disappointed, she tried to question the people standing nearby."Excuse me, do you know who just bought a hundred cars?" Jenny tapped the shoulder of a girl standing beside her and asked.The girl seemed to be just as perplexed as Jenny, and responded with a shrug, "No idea, but I heard someone say that he is a rich heir or maybe even a mafia boss…"Jenny was still not satisfied with this and she persisted, asking someone else, "Have you heard anything about the buyer?"The person also shook his head in a 'no', saying, "No clue. All I know is that the buyer seems to prefer keep

Matilda Lewis, who was just entering the coffee shop with a brisk step, overheard Jenny's frustrated question. "Who in their right mind buys a hundred fucking cars?!"Matilda, recognizing Jenny's voice, approached their table with a friendly smile. "Jenny, what a surprise to see you here. Did you hear about the car sale as well?"Mary spoke up before Jenny could reply, "Yeah, we heard. But seriously, who goes for such an obvious publicity stunt? I'm sure he is trying to show off or something…"Matilda chuckled, "Oh no, not at all. The truth can't be farther than this, because Mr Hardy is actually buying those cars for his employees. I believe it is a generous move to provide company cars for his entire staff."Jenny and Mary exchanged puzzled glances. "For his employees? Isn't it a bit too much? Is… is his company some massive corporation?"Jenny asked, raising an eyebrow.Matilda nodded, "I don't know much about his company, but I guess he believes in making a grand gesture. It