This was the most savage statement Isabelle Ford had ever heard after so many years of selling Harley-Davidsons. He just came up and asked her if they had 100 bikes. Isabelle was stunned. After a while, she said bitterly,

“Sir, are you sure you want 100? And you want 100 of the latest models?”

Philip nodded indifferently. “Right. Do you not have that many? If not, it’s fine as long as they are Harleys.” Isabelle was stunned once again. It was fine as long as they were Harleys? Just how much did this man like Harleys?

“Sir, we only have 32 in stock. We just did the count this morning. We don’t have 100,” Isabelle said sadly. Was this man really a nouveau riche? When Philip heard that, he lifted his eyebrow and looked around. “Only 32?”

to Philip’s calculation, he would at least need 100. Even though they only had more than ten employees, it would be fine if he hired more people. This was the first time Isabelle met a client

washing and a white t-shirt. He was also wearing a pair of dirty sport shoes, and he had a rough stubble on his face. A person like this could

want them?” Isabelle asked while controlling her

He said, “You

He had just blown

can’t even afford one. Why are you still pretending to be

motorcycles?” Isabelle said in a despicable way as she crossed her arms. In just a second, she became arrogant

This salesperson did not have the enthusiasm she had just now. “Enough! How long are you going to pretend? 100? I don’t think you can even afford just one! Can’t you see where you

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