Chapter 153
Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy
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 recently promoted to the manager post, brought his girlfriend to the showroom. âBaby, why donât you take me for a ride in one of these exotic cars?â she couldnât take her eyes off the super cars before her, especially the new Chiron models. âThat Pur Sport... Donât you want to see how itâll feel inside?â She put his hand on her belly and brought it down slowly. âI will ride it really carefully.â
âIts horsepower is unlike anything youâve ever experienced before,â he raised one of his brows. âAre you sure you can handle it?â
âSo naughty,â she pinched his cheek. âHaha, just wait, Iâll go and bring the keys for you.â He went into the office, and she kept checking the other cars that were there, humming a catchy tune. A man with a winter-white hair and a time-chiseled face entered the showroom. The woman looked at this man who was in all white and was scratching his beard with a walking stick. His clothes werenât sparkling white but were as dull as they could be. âWhoa, there. What do you want, old man?â âA car,â his gravelly voice easily got on her nerves. âA car? Are you sure youâre in the right place?â she snickered. âLook at yourself. Wearing cheap and shabby clothes.â The old man took a look at himself once. âPeople like you donât even deserve to be in this store, so get out,â she raised her voice. He squinted his eyes. âAre you the manager?â
LLL âYeah. I am,â she pointed her finger toward the exit. âWill you go now?â she was at least ten feet away from him, but she waved her hand before her face. âI canât bear your smell.â
He looked offended, but he easily controlled his temper. âA friend told me they make these cars with materials used for building aircrafts, and that they are among the fastest cars ever made. So I came here walking 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.â
Her gaze turned into a glare. âDid you just use an F word?â
âWhatâs going on here?â the customer handler came over.
âBaby, he just used an F-word on me,â she complained to her boyfriend.
âWhat?â the customer handler was enraged. âYou dare badmouth my girlfriend? Are you tired of living?â He immediately tried to grab the old manâs head and push him out, but the walking stick swiftly struck the sweet spot between his legs and turned it sour.
The customer handlerâs knees gruffly kissed the floor as his face shapeshifted into that of a crooked buffalo. âYou....â he tried to get up and deal with this old man, but he just couldnât 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 that there was a wolfâs carving at the top of the walking stick. The old man turned and walked away like nothing ever happened. âBaby... Baby?â his girlfriend kept patting on the customerâs handlerâs back. âBaby? Are you okay? Baby?â
âShut up,â he yelled at her. âCan you give me a minute of peace?â he was more annoyed by her lack of commonsense 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 wasnât looking at her. Rather, he was 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.â Just run over that old bastard, baby. I want to see his blood.â
âDonât be stupid,â he blurted. âIf something happens to the car, Iâll be fucked.â âThen what are you going to do?â
He smirked. âWhat he canât.â He drove the car outside and went past the old man and kept circling the car 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. âThis is what we can do, and this is what you canât even do in your dreams!â
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.â People like you are the reason why I didnât send my child outside on a journey. Life is already difficult as it is, but losers like you make it just as disgusting.â âDid you say something?â she barked and laughed. âI couldnât hear you, geezer!â she looked at her boyfriend. âBaby, even though weâre the ones riding, it seems his eyes are spinning. Can you slow down so we can hear his voice?â
âHahaha, sure.â
The car slowed down. She poked her head out and spat at him. Her spit fell on his shirt, but he didnât move. âNow, speak!â
SWOOSHâ!!
A black car appeared out of nowhere and forced the customer handler to drive his car into the store. The black car stopped right before the old man, and an old butler in a dark green suit stepped out, lowered his head and said, âI came as fast as I could. If Iâm late, please forgive me.â
âYou came earlier than expected, Leher,â the old man calmly said. âIs it okay if I drive the car?»
âO-Of course, Master Parul said itâs yours.â
âMm, heâs generous as usual, but I will return it once my work is done,â saying that, he entered the car and took his time to understand the controls.
The customer handler, on the other hand, kept gawking at the black bugatti from inside the showroom. âIs that.. bugatti la voiture noire?â
âWhat?â his girlfriendâs eyes popped out of her sockets. âArenât there only ten of those in existence?â More than that, her blood ran cold upon realizing that she had shown her middle finger to such a wealthy man.
Before they could come out of the shock, the black bugatti left, but the old butler didnât. He walked into the store with a rigid expression.
âW-What do you want, sir?â the customer handler was already shaking in his boots.
âYou have two choices,â the old butler, Leher, said, his hands placed in front of his crotch.â First. You can cut her middle finger and give it to me.â His words made her pee. âOr...â Leher continued, âyou two can slap each other until one of you is left standing. The winner can then cut the loserâs middle finger and give it to me.â
Silence followed.
âIâm not joking by the way,â Leher said. âDonât make me do it, or youâll be losing more than just a finger.â
Both options seemed equally bad for her, but her boyfriend didnât think the same. He began slapping her without a second thought. She got overpowered easily and got knocked out of her senses.
âI won,â the customer handler looked at Leher, gasping loudly. âThe finger,â Leher was looking down at her, suggesting he needed to cut her middle finger. As the customer handler was hesitating, Leher pulled out a butcherâs knife from under his shirt, making the customer handler pass out. âWhat a pair of absolute losers.â He spat in disgust.