The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

The group of people was squeezing their heads to see what was going on.

They wanted so badly to see who that nouveau riche was. 100 BMW

glued to the people who were walking out of the BMW shop. The leader was a middle-aged man. They knew him. He was Manager Smith, the manager of the BMW motorcycle specialty shop. He was walking with a young man. He was courteous and polite to him. He kept on nodding and bowing. He only stopped until he escorted the man into a BMW X8 that was already prepared prior. This was the level of service for a huge client. They would get a car to drive them around. The people in the Harley-Davidson shop did not even get to see the face of the nouveau riche before he got into the

take a closer look. “I can’t see him. Who is that? He’s so rich. Why didn’t he buy the bikes from us?” someone grumbled. Indeed, 100 BMW motorcycles would easily cost

instant, everyone fell silent. Isabelle’s face fell.

would that person be able to afford 100 BMW motorcycles? Stop guessing. If he could buy 100 bikes, I, Isabelle Ford, will kowtow and apologize to him!” Isabelle was going all the way with that statement. She had no choice. She did not want to embarrass herself. Plus, that poor man who wanted to buy 100 Harleys just now would not be able to afford those. No way! “Yeah, I support Isabelle. You

come back to get his bikes. After all, BMW would not deliver 100 bikes here instantly. She was standing at the only road that led to the shop. She would definitely be able to spot that nouveau riche from here. She only had one chance. She had to grasp it tightly. At this moment, a sweet voice came from behind her. “Belle, what are you doing?” Isabelle turned around and saw her cousin, Ruby. She was with her friends when they walked over, the smell of their perfumes lingering in the air. Her friends were dressed very provocatively and stylishly. Nine out of ten men would turn around to look at them when they walked past. Plus, her friends