Worthless Son-In-law in Disguise

8. At the car dealer agency

Henry sighed as he realized it. Of course she was his only family he had left, so he would have done anything to ensure she was safe.

She held his hands. "Also, I think you need a car. I can't see you entering taxis, they are too risky, Henry, you might even enter one which isn't a taxi but a trap!"

Henry nodded, because what she said was actually true. He had seen and heard cases where people fall into traps from taxis. Now, he needs a customized car that will serve him.

Stella suggested: "I will send one to you at the hotel or call Clifford to bring one."

"No, he is busy and I don't need one from the White Group. You know the White Group has its special logo and does only black cars, so I will purchase one from another garage."

"Alright," she agreed. Henry nodded and left the hospital.

The White Group family manufactured cars which have a prominent "WG" label installed at the front of the car. Anyone who drives their cars would automatically be feared and respected because only people from first-generation or second-generation families could afford their cars.

The head of the family drives a special, customized Black Mercedes Benz, it's a kind of a tradition in the family.

Everyone in the city adored the Whites for their uniqueness and the kind of power they held in this city. And this increased the number of enemies he had. They successfully killed his dad and now targeting his life and his mum, he must protect what he has.

He picked up his phone as he dialed Clifford's number. "Hello young master," he replied.

"Send me an address of a car dealer agency, I want to purchase one." Henry ordered.

"I will send one that White Group is close with, and you can also contact the manager. He has no problem," he said as Henry cut the call.

He took a taxi after the address was sent to him. When he reached the agency, he looked at the boldly written name on the board, TORZO, the name of the agency.

He chuckled, strolling inside the compound. The guards outside respectfully bowed their heads and let him in.

The first view of the showrooms wowed him. Everywhere seemed like a club with neon sparkling lights, making the cars shine even brighter than they looked.

Henry took his first step inside, but was almost deafened by the loud chatter of the agents. "Hey, Grace, did you hear? The manager just told me that Henry White would be arriving, can you imagine????" A lady squealed with glee, her face flushing red like an over ripe tomato.

"Really?" Grace, the girl she spoke to, gasped in shock. "You mean the son of the late Reuben White? This would mean big business for us! Is he coming now?" She remarked.

Henry felt interested in their conversation and began to approach them. Aside from that, other agents that were there heard her and also wanted to be the first to welcome him.

"Yes," the first girl, Bianca, answered. "In fact, we should be on the lookout for him!" They began to search the whole place, their eyes scanning for the legendary Young Mr. White'. Even the agents close by also joined in the search, if he comes, they must receive him first.

Few years ago, he was one of the biggest topics in town and all women would go crazy just to be with him. But he was rumored to have never been with a woman.

Bianca suddenly speculated: "Oh Lord, I wonder what he'll wear…. A Dormeuil suit? An Armani one? Or no, he could choose to look cool and get the latest Nike Jordan shoes and drip outfit! Ohhh myyy dayyysss!!!"

By that time, Henry already got to their side. "Hi," he called out.

He believed that they should be able to recognize him. However, they didn't give him face. In fact, it seemed like they were avoiding him.

Henry frowned, but cleared his throat. "Uhm, hello," he said loudly.

"What's your problem?! Can't you see we're busy?" Bianca hissed. She ignored him the first time because she did not want to end up missing Henry White and get occupied with someone average.

Besides, he didn't even look like someone worth her time! "Wait, who are you?" Grace, with more patience, asked.

"I am…"

"Hold on, Mr. Neo said the new car washer will be arriving today. I think he's the one," she gave Henry a look of disgust before saying, "follow me."

Henry frowned. What were they on about? Car washer? "Sorry but I wasn't sent by anyone. I came here to get a car."

The two ladies exchanged glances before turning back to him. They gazed at the hoodie-sweatpants combination he wore, before releasing a light laugh.

"Well, we're sorry, we can't attend to you. We are expecting someone hundred times more relevant than you are," she called another agent by their side who also was looking out for Young Mr. White. The man cursed and felt like crying as he approached Bianca. She was the head agent so he couldn't reject her order.

"You, take care of this thing," she said, then left with Grace.

The man cursed again, glancing at Henry with a very furious glare. If he had gotten to the owner of the White Group, his commission would have been huge, but now, for this cheap thing…

"Hey, what do you want!" The man asked in a cold tone.

"Why are you being rude?" Henry could not hold it any longer.

"Ha! Look, you make me lose a good customer, and you want me to lick your feet?"

Henry was left lost, and confused as they all gave him the cold shoulder. Do they even realize the person they were all expecting was him, standing right in front of them?