James lowered his head in thought for a moment.
He realized he hadn't spent much on Tailsa yet, only about 430,000.
The system's rule was to refund expenses upon reaching an affection level of 80.
Given the current progress, reaching the goal wouldn't take long.
He confirmed with the system whether it would refund only once.
The system responded: "When the Goddess develops affection for the host, all expenses incurred on her are refunded at once. After affection exceeds 80, further spending is not refundable."
In plain language, it meantâbeyond 80, there's no cashback.
Initially, he wasn't familiar with the system's strategy, and his modest means led him to be somewhat frugal.
Now, with victory in sight, if he didn't go all-in now, when would he?
James decisively waved his hand, declaring, "Add all the features, I want the top spec."
In luxury cars, customization options vary greatly.
If everything were fully loaded, it would be another few hundred thousand.
Perla found herself very much taken by such a generous man, one who indulged his girlfriend without hesitation.
Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed. Were it not for Tailsa's presence, she might have approached him herself.
If a wealthy, handsome guy like him were her boyfriend, she'd be laughing in her dreams.
"No need, I think it's pretty good as it is," Tailsa interrupted Perla's fantasies, hesitantly suggesting,
"Others won't notice the add-onsâa Porsche badge is plenty, no need to waste money."
In truth, she didn't mind the customizations; she just didn't want to wait months for them.
Tailsa preferred to drive one now rather than later.
James, thinking she was being frugal for his sake, generously reassured her,
"Any money spent on you is never wasted."
Tailsa wrapped her arms around James's neck, pouting cutely,
"It's okay, save a bit. Plus, customization is bothersome, and I have decision-making anxiety."
Perla noticed Tailsa's feigned concern for her "brother" with a hint of disdain, silently cursing her as a green tea b***h.
Nevertheless, she smiled and advised,
"Miss, many customers opt for custom 911s. From the body color to the rims, to the interior and comfort features, everything can be tailored to your preference. You can have a one-of-a-kind sports car."
James chimed in, "Right. Some customization would make it unique. A black car is a bit dark for a girl; brighter colors look better."
Tailsa's hands twisted together, her expression a bit troubled.
James was right; black was indeed dark.
When given the chance for more add-ons, refusing seemed petty.
But she didn't want the long wait, so she asked the salesperson,
"Do you have any fully equipped cars in stock?"
Perla pondered and replied, "I recall that a female customer customized a convertible Turbo S, very well-equipped. However, due to some issues at her company and a financial shortfall, the deal fell through. The car has been with us since. I can show it to you, but without a key, we can't open it to see inside."
That car had been sitting for months, unsold due to its flashy red, female-oriented design and luxurious add-ons, making it quite pricey.
Without much concept of cars, James figured there was no harm in taking a look,
"Let's check it out, then."
Perla eagerly led the way, sauntering with a sensual sway while detailing the car's features to James,
"It features gray carbon fiber wheels, adaptive sporty leather seats, heated and ventilated, doors with ambient lighting, matrix headlights at the front, Race-Tex fabric GT heated sports steering wheel, chassis with Sport Chrono components, full imaging parking assist, and a high-end Berlin surround sound system..."
James didn't understand much but thought it sounded impressive.
In the indoor showroom, the car sat covered, unassuming like a rose yet to bloom.
When staff, gloved, unveiled the car, a shiny red sports car emerged before them.
Its streamlined curves exuded dynamic energy; every detail showcased exceptional craftsmanship and quality.
The vibrant red exterior contrasted with the black interior, offering a stately yet flamboyant blend of glamour and elegance.
Its dazzling red hue gave it a striking presence, paired with a black soft-top convertible resembling a princess wearing a black hat.
At first glance, Tailsa fell in love with the car.
Instantly, her previous choice paled in comparison.
Cautiously, she extended a hand to touch the car.
Perla quickly interjected,
"Sorry, Miss, you aren't allowed to touch the car as per store policy."
Though apologizing, her tone held little sincerity, her smile tinged with condescension.
Aware that James was the buyer, she wouldn't have stopped him from touching it, even offering the key for him to sit inside if necessary.
The seats were covered in protective wraps, sitting would do no harm.
However, Tailsa evidently lacked such privilege.
To Perla, Tailsa was merely relying on her looks, lucky to snag such a wealthy man, unworthy of her fawning.
"I just wanted to touch it, is that such a big deal?" Tailsa retorted, unhappy.
"Sincerely, miss, it's a brand new car for viewing only. You wouldn't want other people's fingerprints on your purchase, would you?"
Her words held no error, but they left an unpleasant aftertaste.
Tailsa frowned but held her tongue, reluctantly drawing back her hand, looking longingly at James.
The convertible's design alone suggested a price far exceeding the previous 1.3 million car.
Too embarrassed to request buying it directly, Tailsa hoped James would understand her longing through her gaze.
"And how much is this car?" James asked knowingly.
"This one was priced at 3.2 million with the customer," Perla smiled after checking the details.
Hearing the quoted 3.2 million, Tailsa felt a surge of trepidation.
She sneaked a look at James's expression, noticing his uncertainty, as if he were torn.
Tailsa guessed it might strain his budget.
Of course, this car was double the price of the previous oneâanyone would hesitate.
But she truly adored it.
The instant it was uncovered, she felt an uncanny connection as if she was meant for this car.
Shielded by the world's grime, it too waited for a discerning admirer, hidden until now.
Tailsa was deeply moved, yearning to drive it away.
However, James's silence left her anxious, uncertain.
James stroked his chin in contemplation.
He found the car striking but wasn't fully satisfied with the price.
Just 3 million?
Did that even respect who he was?
In the writers of Wattpad , everyone protagonist had a Lamborghini Veneno.
Driving this 3-million car among them, he couldn't even lift his head.
Given Tailsa's promising affection status, buying anything less than a multimillion-dollar luxury felt like settling.
This Porsche was a disappointmentâno eight-figure rides for him to splash out on?
"Honey, can we get this one?"
Tailsa bit her lip, pleading, "I have over 300,000 saved. See what more we needâI can always take out a loan?"