âHe does not deserve it; let me have it instead!â thought Wilson Jordan.
Alex Rockefeller nodded. âOne hundred times is a lot. I will let you off easy this time. Saying it once is
enough.â
He then took out his bank card and gave it to the saleswoman. âSwipe away!â
Instantly, the saleslady got to work. The company had placed a lot of attention on selling a two million
dollar car, thus making the transaction process easier. It was not long before the purchase went
through.
Beep!
The sound of a successful payment made.
The saleslady handed Alex his bankcard and various receipts in excitement. âThis is yours, brother.
Please keep them safe. I will get to it right away. Be back in a half-hour!â
Beatrice Assex was startled. âHowâ¦how.. .did you get so much money?â
Alex smirked. âWell, well, Beatrice Assex. Can I count on you to keep your promise, especially as the
campus belle of California State University? Hm, I wonder what will happen if news about you breaking
promises starts spreading around campus?
âYou!â
Beatrice had a reputation to keep. She briefly contemplated the severity of the consequence before
calling out âdaddyâ in rage.
She then left immediately.
How could she stay after the embarrassment she had been put through?
Alex, Mona Weiss, and the rest looked at Alex with a strange expression before hurriedly going after
Beatrice.
Half an hour later, Alex was in his BMW M8.
He slammed on the throttle and left the car dealership.
He had gone for this model because Madame Brittany Rockefeller, used to drive this car.
Beatrice and a few of her friends sat in their BMW 3-series parked right by the entrance and looked at
Alex as he sped away in his brand new M8.
Bam!
Beatrice punched the car window. âDamn it! The audacity! How dare he! I will get my revenge one day!â
âBeatrice, you mentioned he was a poor and homeless dude. Where did he get the cash to buy a luxury
car?â asked Mona.
Beatrice snorted. âRecently, that jerk got together with the granddaughter of Californiaâs Divine Doctor.
She must have given him the money, that bitch!â
Figuring that he would be visiting his fatherâs grave, Alex took a detour to Gale Street, intending to buy
a bouquet and fruits.
After taking a turn, a black Volkswagen came out of nowhere and rammed straight into the front of his
minutes-old BMW.
Bam!
The front of the car was now twisted out of shape. The brand spanking new car was instantly reduced
into a pile of scrap metal.
The airbags that sprung out when the collision occurred almost sent Alex into a concussion.
Fortunately, the Force was there to protect him.
The next instant, he became incessantly infuriated.
A brand new car, worth a whopping two million dollars, wrecked in less than half an hour after leaving
the dealership. He did not get to warm up the seat yet.
Suddenly, a loud noise exploded from behind, as the car was rattled once again. The rear of the car
had been smashed in.
âDamn it! This is no accident!â
Pushing open the door, he got out of the car.
It was then that a dozen people came out of those cars and surrounded his BMW. Among them, a bald
guy looked at Alex in disbelief. âWhat luck you have!â he exclaimed. âNo blood nor bruises whatsoever!
Come with us; Princess Fleur wants to see you.â