Tyler frowned at the rampaging couple. What was wrong with them? No matter where he went, they popped up like a whack-a-mole game. Should he whack their heads and get rid of them once and for all?“Why are you silent, Tyler?” Melissa fumed. “Cat got your tongue? Are you petrified now that I have exposed you before the salesgirl? How will you run your petty scam now?”“Get out of my sight,” was all Tyler replied.Maya stepped between the two groups, trying to diffuse the tension. “Please, don’t air out personal issues in our showroom. It is against policy. Let the gentleman make his purchase and go about his daily business.”“Gentleman?” Tim Owen fired back. “How young are you, little salesgirl? This man is an ex-convict who goes around swindling billionaires and businesses. He doesn’t have a dime to purchase even a spark plug, let alone an entire car! Look at his ordinary clothes and delinquent attitude! Doesn’t he appear broke and homeless to you?”Maya turned to scrutinize Tyler aga
Tim Owen narrowed his eyes at Tyler. What was the loafer playing at? From where did he muster the courage to challenge him to a bid? Had poverty driven him insane? However, the proposal opened up an opportunity for Tim.“Miss Mathews, do you agree to this arrangement?” he asked Yara hopefully. “That you’ll date the man who wins the Rolls Royce challenge?”Yara exchanged furtive glances with Tyler, who winked at her with amusement. “Yes, I agree,” she replied sincerely.Tim could have done a fist pump right then. He had been miserable, thinking Yara would never give him a chance. Now, a golden opportunity had presented itself.Maya looked stupefied. Had a simple car sale become a bidding war right before her eyes? Carlisle Motors paid her a 10% commission on every car sale. The girl usually sold cheap units, getting measly wages. However, the Rolls Royce sale was going to be huge!If Tyler actually purchased the Specter model at showroom price, she would make a commission of fifty grand
“Steve!” Maya exclaimed cheerfully. “I just made a bidding sale of ten million dollars! That entitles me to one million in commission! I’ll definitely give you a treat in a gourmet restaurant!”The salesman’s eyes widened. Ten million? How did the munchkin make such a massive sale? Steve wouldn’t be able to save that much even after retirement,“Oh, you sold the Specter model at twenty times its showroom price?” Frank Carlisle asked, his eyes sparkling in dollars. “How did you manage that?”“Yes, sir. I mediated the challenge between two young men. It was quite nerve-racking, but the sale went through in the end.”“Excellent!” Frank praised her. “I’ll make sure you get the commission.”“What commission?” Steve butted in. “Sir… Mr. Tim Owen is my regular customer and purchases cars for his company. Moreover, I invited the young couple to the third floor. Please don’t the little brat claim credit for my work!”Frank Carlisle raised an eyebrow. He was a middle-aged billionaire with a doz
Tyler shifted his eyes to Steve, making him shudder under his icy stare. However, the salesman kept his fake smile alive. In his experience, flattery always worked with bosses."You're a disgrace to this profession and humanity!" Tyler exploded at him. "What kind of pathetic upbringing did you have? Don't you feel ashamed trying to steal credit from a girl half your age? Doesn't your conscience prick you while you sabotage a hardworking employee? You're worse than sewage sludge!""I'm sorry, sir…" Steve whimpered, taken aback by Tyler's outburst. He had expected the young man to fall for the bootlicking, but his plan backfired. However, mustering all his buttering skills, Steve made a final desperate appeal."Sir… Surely, a princely, honorable, and charitable man like you would have mercy on me!"Tyler laughed derisively, watching the salesman flatter him hopelessly. Then, a look of fury crossed his face."You're fired! Gather your things and get lost! If I see you in my showroom afte
The two bikes started racing over parallel lanes. Bystanders watched with gaping mouths as the riders broke the speed limit and went over a hundred miles per hour.What was going on? Was it an unannounced race or a Hollywood movie shoot?More than anything, Tyler wanted the mysterious rider to leave him alone. He had to reach Peridot City before nightfall, and a priceless race was the last thing on his mind. However, the rider baited him by trying to outpace his bike.Soon enough, their lanes merged and they came abreast of each other.Tyler checked his digital speedometer. It was clocking 110 mph already. The maximum speed of the Ducati DesertX was about 130 mph. But the bike was already groaning and sputtering under the stress.On the other hand, the mysterious man was riding pretty smoothly. He had a much more expensive model, the BMW HP4, with a maximum speed of over 200 mph!Tyler turned his throttle and accelerated to 120, taking the lead. His opponent wasted no time and gunned
Tyler balled his fingers into a solid fist. The sound of his knuckles cracking echoed in the gas station. His aura of intimidation radiated like a thick, suffocating blanket.Duke broke into a cold sweat immediately. He had never been in a fight because his wealthy parents pampered and protected him. The young heir immediately fired up his bike to leave. Was Tyler actually raring to fight? Was he out of his mind?“What would I gain from beating you up here?” the Hilton heir said nervously. “Delinquents like you are accustomed to rolling in the mud like feral pigs. Don’t expect me to stoop to your level and sully my hands! Yuck!”Tyler put on a mocking smirk. “Your words sound like the whimpers of a scaredy cat!” Duke gritted his teeth and looked around at the gas station. A crowd had already gathered around the duo to be entertained by their standoff.Many had recognized the Hilton heir and were taking selfies and streaming live. As the future chairman of a conglomerate worth billions
The bouncers exchanged nervous looks and gulped anxiously. Even though the men were tall and muscular, they were thick-headed. Tyler’s confident attitude and surprising mention of the Secret Lair convinced them of his legitimacy. Moreover, they shuddered to imagine what Greg would do to those responsible for losing a precious artifact.“Mr. Dalmatian values his rare items collection more than human lives,” Mort whispered. “Let’s not hold back this man.”“You can pass,” Carl said to Tyler hurriedly. “But you won’t find Mr. Dalmatian in the main lobby. Go around the back and knock on the metal door thrice. Once the guard opens the slit, say the password—golden glove. He will usher you into the Secret Lair. Just be careful and don’t piss off anybody. The place is always overflowing with bigwigs!”“Talk to Wally—Mr. Dalmatian’s Assistant,” Mort added. “Perhaps he’ll arrange a meeting after the poker game.”Tyler nodded and followed the directions to the letter. He didn’t need to use his p
Greg Dalmatian, however, was dead silent. He simply watched Tyler with frigid eyes. The young man had barged into their elite group brazenly, with no regard for his life; he was neither drunk nor crazy. Then what was his objective? Why would he risk his life to offend the Big Three?“Prepare to die, kid!” Jerry spat in derision as his goons cracked their knuckles, preparing to assault the stranger. “Any last words?”Tyler shrugged nonchalantly, dismissing the man’s threatening words. “What is wrong with you old folks? I have money, and I want to play Poker. What is there to be offended about that? Unless you guys are afraid to lose…”Serpico cast him a look of scorn. “Judging by your clothes, you are middle-class and unlikely to possess over a couple hundred grand. Have you come here to throw away your family’s life savings along with your life?”“Let’s fulfill his wish, Serpico,” Jerry said, gesturing to his men. “Let’s take all his money and then break his limbs. We’ll also offer a