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

million bucks! “He’s here!” someone from the crowd yelled. Everyone’s eyes were 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

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 a few million. He was basically giving away money. “I remember now. Is it the one who we

loudly. In an instant, everyone fell silent.

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 guys were not around when it happened. His clothing was so shabby-looking. If he really had the money to buy 100 BMWs, why didn’t he buy from us?” The salesperson stood next to Isabelle and supported her. However, they

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