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

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

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

everyone fell

is that possible? How 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 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

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 were not too bad. They had nice bodies and were not stingy in showing the world what their mothers gave them. “Miss Isabelle.” The