CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Richard’s POV

I never thought buying a car would feel like stepping into a battlefield, but there I was, standing in the gleaming showroom of Prestige Motors, facing a line of suits that looked at me like I'd just crawled out of a sewer. The smell of new leather and wax couldn't mask the stench of their disdain.

"Can I help you?" The voice came from a smirking salesman with a tie so shiny I could see my reflection in it. He looked me up and down, taking in my simple jeans and the faded logo on my t-shirt that made him look down on me, "Or are you just here to waste our time?"

I was dressed in a very simple and casual outfit. They had no idea who I was or what I was capable of, and that was exactly how I liked it. I smiled to myself. It was going to be a good day,

"I'm interested in buying a car," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Are you sure you're at the right place?” He smirked, glancing back at his colleagues, who snickered. “Maybe the used car
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