The license plate indicated it was from the Central South military zone. In other words, this car belonged to the military! In an instant, Director Alexis straightened his attire, standing upright. The others also became instantly alert, wondering which high-ranking official was visiting Windsor Bank today. The car door swung open swiftly, revealing a stunning young woman stepping out. Aside from influential figures like Alexis and Ava, hardly anyone recognized her. Yet, the mere sight of her sent shivers down their spines. Wasn't this Zalda, the granddaughter of the venerable Abram and daughter of Adrian from the Central South military zone? What business could someone of her stature have at Windsor Bank? Regardless of her reasons, both Director Alexis and Ava felt compelled to approach her, greeting her with utmost respect and wide smiles: "Welcome, Miss Harris!" Yet, Zalda merely acknowledged them with a brief nod, then hurriedly approached Ethan, bowing deeply in front of e
As the conversation continued, Amanda's face grew serious: "I've made a promise to a dear friend. I must win.""Why would the eldest daughter of the Fred family need to resort to fighting to resolve an issue?"Hearing Ethan's words, Amanda shook her head: "You wouldn't understand. The situation in our circle is quite complex.""Young people from influential families, none of us want to tarnish our family's reputation.""Now that there's a conflict, and neither side will back down, a fight is the best solution. After all, it's just a fight. The one who yields will admit defeat.""Coincidentally, this time, participants from our circle have some martial arts background. Resolving it the martial artist's way is quite professional."Hearing her words, Ethan was momentarily at a loss for words. Truly, a bunch of bored and insipid rich kids."There's another layer to it, of course."Amanda glanced at Ethan, not intending to hide anything from him."Actually, after that auction day, I got cl
Upon his words, even more disdainful glances were cast Ethan's way."Yes, yes, Mr. Clark, you're absolutely right. We'll report this to our higher-ups."A chorus of sycophantic agreement followed.After speaking, Mr. Clark began to strut around the showroom.Ethan, unbothered by the rude crowd, wandered on his own.Even if the most expensive car in the world was within Ethan's grasp, he pondered.Londyn's car was a Maserati worth over a million. He considered getting something of a similar stature for himself.It would be fitting.Soon after, he focused on a Porsche Macan, priced around a million.Seeing Ethan pause before the Porsche Macan, the only salesperson who hadn't mocked him earlier approached."Are you interested, sir?"The petite salesman began patiently introducing the car. Ethan listened for a bit, then nodded and asked:"If I pay upfront, can I take the car immediately?"His words instantly drew the attention of everyone in the store!The young salesman was taken aback.
"So, is it true that this petite fellow claims that only his customer can purchase the item?" Mr. Clark, with his silvery hair contrasting his dark suit, cast a piercing gaze upon the slight-framed salesman, causing the latter to quiver and bow his head in intimidation. As the words fell from his lips, Manager Lewis's temper flared on the spot: "Preposterous!" He glared at the diminutive figure: "You dare speak to Mr. Clark like that? Treat a customer in such a manner? You needn’t come in tomorrow!" "A-ah?" The slight young man looked stupefied, mouth agape, consumed by regret. Even Ethan couldn't bear to watch. He stepped up to confront Manager Lewis: "Are you Manager Lewis? Earlier, your team leader didn't say the same." "He mentioned that regular customers have a priority. Hard to believe. Does your store really have such absurd policies?" As the accusation hung in the air, the leader of the sales team avoided eye contact, visibly distressed. Manager Lewis's countenance also c
In all veracity, Mr. Clark's pockets weren't deep enough for the purchase. His stratagem? Merely reserve the item, only to cancel it after some time, with perhaps a forfeiture of the deposit at worst. Though unable to afford a three million yuan automobile, the deposit was within his means. A trifling price for a momentary display of grandiosity, he mused, worth every penny. As the premises reverberated with the echoing laughter, there was a sudden hush. A gentleman of distinct oriental features, garbed in an elegant black vestment, made a poised entrance. The collective attention pivoted and recognized the Store Manager. The very presence of Manager Jackson was a spectacle in itself! Having just returned from an external engagement, Manager Jackson, slightly perturbed by the raucous scene, pondered: "The establishment is still open for business. How could this be? Where's the decorum?" He quickly advanced, his tone tinged with discontent: "What's the commotion? Why are all the s
Jackson laughed even louder, thinking he'd caught Ethan. But he failed to grasp Ethan's underlying meaning, which was Ethan's disdain for people of such circles. Suddenly, the store's glass doors swung open, revealing a dashing young man in impeccable attire. To Jackson's astonishment, it was Warren Scott, the very same he'd just dined with. "Young master Scott, what brings you here?" Whispers filled the room. Was this the legendary heir of the Scott family of New Hanbok? Warren, wearing a beaming smile, approached Jackson: "Mr. Clark, I was free today and decided to visit." "What's all the commotion about?" Jackson, casting a sly glance at Ethan, replied: "Ah, just a little disturbance. Someone was bold enough to claim they could replace me as the store manager." "Really?" Warren laughed heartily: "This store is an investment of the Scott family, and the manager is our direct appointee. I'm curious, who dares make such a proclamation?" No sooner had he spoken than a multitud
Upon recognizing him, Mr. Clark's hope was suddenly reignited. The newcomer was none other than the eldest Scott heir - Patrick Scott. Though not very close, Mr. Clark had mingled with Patrick at a few social gatherings and considered him an acquaintance. Could it be possible that with the eldest Scott's intervention, the tides might turn? Perhaps this whole debacle was just a reckless decision of Patrick's or maybe he had been deceived. If Patrick were to step in now, he could expose the true face of these charlatans, saving Mr. Clark from further embarrassment. After all, Patrick's stature towered far above that of Warren's. As Patrick entered the store, Mr. Clark eagerly approached, trying to curry favor: "Mr. Scott, do you remember me? I'm Mr. Clark, the CEO of New Single Association. We've met before." Patrick gave him a cursory glance, but... When his gaze landed on a familiar face among the crowd, his entire demeanor shifted. His body trembled, and a visible shiver ran
With a mother's pride, she believed that with Londyn's beauty, even without the fortunes of the Edwards lineage, the doors to an affluent son-in-law were well within reach. As for the aforementioned wreck, and that Ethan fellow, should they remain unobtrusive, all would be well. But dare they interfere, Lily would harness the might of the James family and ensure these two inconsequential men never jeopardized her or her daughter’s fortunes. When Basil narrated the afternoon’s incidents, the air in the Ethan household grew thick with astonishment. Londyn was especially shaken, her hands clenched in suppressed rage. She hadn't imagined her mother would overstep so egregiously. Surely, even talk of divorce didn’t warrant striking another? As Ethan tended to Basil, applying salve to his injuries, a thought brewed within him. The James', best they steer clear of his home in the future, and above all, of Londyn. Otherwise, he wouldn't hesitate to make a single phone call that could plun