Chapter Thirteen

"What did you say?" Tyson asked, his face reddened with anger and his lips shaking. "Who do you think you are, Charles? Have you suddenly grown wings?"

"Tyson, I don't have any business with you." Charles simply answered. "I'm here to buy a car and I suggest you do the same. I don't have time for this drama because unlike you, I have a lot of things to achieve today."

"The bastard son can finally stand up for himself," Tyson spat. "Where did you get the money to buy a car? Did you steal it? Come on Charles, you can stop pretending to everyone. I know you're poor and wretched. There's no need for your fake lifestyle."

Tyson glanced at Vera who was standing right beside Charles. He wondered if she was his wife or something. He didn't believe that such a beautiful girl will ever choose to be with Charles who was a nobody.

He turned to Vera. "What is this useless man offering you for your time? Tell me and I'll double it. He's not worthy of your beauty and time."

Vera shook her head