56The salesmen's jeers still echoing in his ears, fueling his anger. As he turned the corner, his furious steps halted abruptly. There, perched casually on the gleaming hood of his Eclipse, was a young woman tapping away at her phone. She was dressed stylishly in a form-fitting dress and heels, wi
57Darius found himself standing face to face with a girl whose arrogance seemed to radiate off her like a halo. Her dismissive gestures and mocking tone grated on his last nerve, but he fought to keep his composure. "You're testing my patience," he growled, his fists clenching at his sides as he s
58As Darius strode towards the sleek facade of the Lexus dealership, the sound of mocking laughter echoed behind him. Glancing back, he caught sight of the infuriating girl, a beacon of smugness, relaying their encounter with glee to her online followers. Her perfect face was alight with amusement
59Darwin adjusted his posture, moving with a casual grace from the plush leather seat as he prepared to confront the girl.Just then, a figure approached, it was very professional looking saleswoman, once at their level, she spoke in a nice but strong way. "Excuse me, miss," she interjected, addres
60 Darius paused, considering his response carefully. While he felt a surge of emotions—anger, shame, and a hint of smugness—he knew that maintaining composure was key. With a calm breath, he decided on a dignified approach, realizing that restrained eloquence often held more power than heated argument. "Your skepticism is understandable, miss," he began smoothly, his voice unwavering. "But before jumping to conclusions, perhaps we could engage in a rational discussion rather than resorting to unfounded accusations." Her confident demeanor wavered slightly at his composed tone, emboldening him to continue. "The saleswoman was merely fulfilling her duty by providing information. And as for the matter of payment, I assure you, I am more than capable of settling the bill whenever necessary." Whispers rippled through the crowd as she glanced around, her arrogance beginning to falter. "Can he really pay two million dollar?" "I don't know, two million sounds like a stretch..." "Yeah,
61 She recalled how calmly and politely Darius had responded, even in the face of her baseless accusations. A twinge of guilt pierced her heart. "If only I had shown him kindness instead of contempt. Perhaps then..." Her gaze drifted to Darius as he signed the last paperwork. Despite his simple attire earlier, she could not deny that he possessed a quiet dignity and poise unlike any other. And now, with his true status revealed, a new light shone upon his countenance - one of regal bearing and noble charm. "He is certainly no commoner in looks or status," she admitted ruefully. A flush rose in her cheeks as another thought came unbidden. "If only I had been courteous...maybe he would have considered me as a match." But it was too late for regrets. Darius had finished the transaction, taking back the Obsidian card back to the saleswoman with a serene smile. As he turned to leave, she steeled her nerves and hurried behind him. "Sir, please wait!" she called, reaching out a hand th
62 Inside, Darius seethed with anger and humiliation. But he knew any show of emotion would only empower these petty fools further. With immense effort, he schooled his features into polite disinterest. "Think what you like, I've no need to prove myself to the likes of you," Darius retorted, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. He made to walk on, but Laurent, the salesman, blocked his path with a smug grin on his face. "Aww, don't be like that!" Laurent exclaimed, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "We were just having a bit of fun with the homeless urchin," he added, provoking jeering laughs from his audience. Darius clenched his jaw, feeling the weight of Laurent's mockery like a physical blow. "Your words say more about you than they do about me," he replied coolly, struggling to maintain his composure. Laurent leaned in, his smirk widening. "Bet they threw you out on your scrawny rear the second they saw your dirty mitts on the merchandise!" he taunted, his
63Shaking off the feeling, Laurent turned back to his colleagues with a cocky grin. "What a fool, thinking he's better than us! I gave him a piece of my mind." Laughter and backslaps followed, but they rang hollow even to Laurent's ears. Meanwhile, Darius settled into the plush leather seats of hi