Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy
Chapter 153

Chapter 153

CHAPTER 153

A few minutes prior to the auction at the Sterling villa.

At the Bugatti showroom, the shop opened at 9 AM. The customer handler, who was also recentlypromoted to the manager post, brought his girlfriend to the showroom. “Baby, why don’t you take me fora ride in one of these exotic cars?” she couldn’t take her eyes off the super cars before her, especiallythe new Chiron models. “That Pur Sport… Don’t you want to see how it’ll feel inside?” She put his handon her belly and brought it down slowly. “I will ride it really carefully.”

“Its horsepower is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before,” he raised one of his brows. “Are yousure you can handle it?”

“So naughty,” she pinched his cheek. “Haha, just wait, I’ll go and bring the keys for you.” He went into theoffice, and she kept checking the other cars that were there, humming a catchy tune. A man with awinter-white hair and a time-chiseled face entered the showroom. The woman looked at this man whowas in all white and was scratching his beard with a walking stick. His clothes weren’t sparkling white butwere as dull as they could be. “Whoa, there. What do you want, old man?” “A car,” his gravelly voiceeasily got on her nerves. “A car? Are you sure you’re in the right place?” she snickered. “Look atyourself. Wearing cheap and shabby clothes.” The old man took a look at himself once. “People like youdon’t even deserve to be in this store, so get out,” she raised her voice. He squinted his eyes. “Are youthe manager?”

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“Yeah. I am,” she pointed her finger toward the exit. “Will you go now?” she was at least ten feet awayfrom him, but she waved her hand before her face. “I can’t bear your smell.”

He looked offended, but he easily controlled his temper. “A friend told me they make these cars withmaterials used for building aircrafts, and that they are among the fastest cars ever made. So I came herewalking on my two feet, hoping to buy one of these little beasts and

experience their top speed myself to see how far the technology has progressed in these past few years.Yet, you remind me that humanity never fucking changes.”

Her gaze turned into a glare. “Did you just use an F word?”

“What’s going on here?” the customer handler came over.

“Baby, he just used an F-word on me,” she complained to her boyfriend.

“What?” the customer handler was enraged. “You dare badmouth my girlfriend? Are you tired of living?”He immediately tried to grab the old man’s head and push him out, but the walking stick swiftly struck thesweet spot between his legs and turned it sour. The customer handler’s knees gruffly kissed the floor ashis face shapeshifted into that of a crooked buffalo. “You….” he tried to get up and deal with this old man,but he just couldn’t muster the energy. The pain

was just too much for him to even utter some words. As he was on his knees, he could now see thatthere was a wolf’s carving at the top of the walking stick. The old man turned and walked away likenothing ever happened. “Baby… Baby?” his girlfriend kept patting on the customer’s handler’s back.“Baby? Are you okay? Baby?”

“Shut up,” he yelled at her. “Can you give me a minute of peace?” he was more annoyed by her lack ofcommonsense for not even giving him the time to bear the pain.

She was frustrated, but she could only wait.

Many seconds later, the customer handler was back on his feet, but he wasn’t looking at her. Rather, hewas looking at the entrance. The old man in white was still standing outside, though his back was facing

the store now.

He used the keys a nd got into a Chiron and asked his girlfriend to hop in, and she gladly did.” Just runover that old bastard, baby. I want to see his blood.”

“Don’t be stupid,” he blurted. “If something happens to the car, I’ll be fucked.” “Then what are you goingto do?”

He smirked. “What he can’t.” He drove the car outside and went past the old man and kept circling thecar around the old man in the space that was available.

She got so excited by that, she opened the window and showed her middle finger to the old man. “This iswhat we can do, and this is what you can’t even do in your dreams!”

The customer handler loved the way she trash-talked the old man.

Nevertheless, the old man stood unfazed, his arms loosely resting on the walking stick.” People like youare the reason why I didn’t send my child outside on a journey. Life is already difficult as it is, but loserslike you make it just as disgusting.” “Did you say something?” she barked and laughed. “I couldn’t hearyou, geezer!” she looked at her boyfriend. “Baby, even though we’re the ones riding, it seems his eyesare spinning. Can you slow down so we can hear his voice?”

“Hahaha, sure.”

The car slowed down. She poked her head out and spat at him. Her spit fell on his shirt, but he didn’tmove. “Now, speak!”

SWOOSH–!!

A black car appeared out of nowhere and forced the customer handler to drive his car into the store. Theblack car stopped right before the old man, and an old butler in a dark green suit stepped out, lowered

his head and said, “I came as fast as I could. If I’m late, please forgive

me.”

“You came earlier than expected, Leher,” the old man calmly said. “Is it okay if I drive the

car?»

“O-Of course, Master Parul said it’s yours.”

“Mm, he’s generous as usual, but I will return it once my work is done,” saying that, he entered the carand took his time to understand the controls.

The customer handler, on the other hand, kept gawking at the black bugatti from inside the showroom.“Is that.. bugatti la voiture noire?”

“What?” his girlfriend’s eyes popped out of her sockets. “Aren’t there only ten of those in existence?”More than that, her blood ran cold upon realizing that she had shown her middle finger to such a wealthyman.

Before they could come out of the shock, the black bugatti left, but the old butler didn’t. He walked intothe store with a rigid expression.

“W-What do you want, sir?” the customer handler was already shaking in his boots.

“You have two choices,” the old butler, Leher, said, his hands placed in front of his crotch.“ First. You cancut her middle finger and give it to me.” His words made her pee. “Or…” Leher continued, “you two canslap each other until one of you is left standing. The winner can then cut the loser’s middle finger andgive it to me.”

Silence followed.

“I’m not joking by the way,” Leher said. “Don’t make me do it, or you’ll be losing more than just a finger.”

Both options seemed equally bad for her, but her boyfriend didn’t think the same. He began slapping herwithout a second thought. She got overpowered easily and got knocked out of her senses.

“I won,” the customer handler looked at Leher, gasping loudly. “The finger,” Leher was looking down ather, suggesting he needed to cut her middle finger. As the customer handler was hesitating, Leher pulledout a butcher’s knife from under his shirt, making the customer handler pass out. “What a pair ofabsolute losers.” He spat in disgust.