"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
How could Londyn, her dearest friend, not fathom her fiery spirit? Mocked and teased by those rogues, there was no way she would just let it slide. She delicately placed her jewel-like hand on the railing, her face a portrait of solemnity: "Don't fret for me." she said, a hint of defiance in her voice: "I'm not as frail as you believe." Her gaze shifted to Ethan, whose cold demeanor barely faltered as he gave a slight nod. Understanding washed over Amanda. With a curl of her lips, she shouted defiantly at the insolent crew: "Enough with your prattle! Who says I won't dare?” “The loser becomes a cowering turtle, remember that!” She declared with fervor. From atop his sleek black Bugatti, Xavier Clark roared back: "Agreed! The loser shall be dubbed the turtle." With a roaring rev, engines screamed, drowning the surroundings in a cacophony that pierced the eardrums. Ethan's heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t anticipated the augmented power these cars held. Just by the sound, he knew.
The sight brought an unbridled joy to Amanda's eyes. With a mischievous glint, she rolled down her window and taunted Xavier: "Accepting defeat yet, tortoise? Or shall we see your precious car reduced to ruins?" Xavier's face contorted in anger, taking on a livid hue reminiscent of a pig's liver. On the approaching broad curve, Ethan spared Xavier no quarter, surging ahead with such velocity that he left Xavier struggling to even catch a glimpse of his taillights. Ethan finally brought his car to a rest on a barren patch of land on the outskirts of New Single, as signposted. No room for doubt remained. Their Ferrari stood regally as the first arrival, with nary a sight of a second vehicle, no matter how hard one looked. "Many thanks, driving god." Amanda exclaimed jubilantly to Ethan: "Without you, I might've been the tortoise in this race." Amanda's gratitude seemed endless, but Ethan responded only with a knowing smile. The trio alighted, surveying the surroundings. The place
As Zachary eagerly anticipated Amanda's gleeful agreement, she finally spoke, dispelling his presumption. "Thanks, but there's no need to bother. Ethan is teaching me." Amanda declared bluntly, adding: "In fact, I'm considering formally accepting him as my mentor." The atmosphere shifted palpably. Zachary's complexion darkened a few shades. "You're instructing Amanda? That suggests some formidable skill on your part, doesn't it?" Turning, Zachary shot Ethan a disdainful look, clearly dismissing him as unworthy. Advancing, he outstretched a hand in greeting: "Shall we get acquainted?" His smile insinuated something more sinister as he continued: "I've always enjoyed meeting those who claim to be formidable." As Zachary extended his hand, a slight and almost mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Amanda tensed, knowing Zachary's penchant for testing others during handshakes. Rumor had it he once squeezed a man's hand so hard it broke. Al