The Legendary Man Chapter 42
The Legendary Man
Chapter 42 Buying A Car An hour later, Jonathan made it to the central business district of Jadeborough with his electric scooter.
As one of the most luxurious sports cars in the world, the showroom of a Lamborghini car dealership would put the brandâs competitors to shame.
Apart from the cheapest model that would cost the owner at least two million, there were another few limited edition exorbitant cars in the showroom.
To everyoneâs surprise, someone with the look of a fugitive made his way to the store with an electric scooter.
âWhatâs that man doing here? Is he seriously thinking of visiting the showroom of such an exclusive brand?â
âHuh? Can he really afford a freaking Lamborghini when it looks like he doesnât even have enough to purchase a spare tire of the brand?â
âMaybe heâs just a plumber or a technician! You donât think he has anything more than a few hundred with him, do you?â
âHe stinks! I can smell his odor when weâre a few feet apart from one another!â
Those around Jonathan engaged themselves in another round of heated discussion shortly after he pulled over at the entrance of the showroom.
It wasnât much of a surprise because even the most inferior customer would show up at the showroom with a Mercedes-Benz or a BMW instead of an electric scooter that was half a decade old like Jonathan.
Minutes after he parked the electric scooter, Audrey, an arrogant sales assistant, got in his way and asked, âHey, what are you doing here? Who allowed you to come in here?â
âWhat? Am I not allowed to be here?â Jonathan queried while furrowing his brows.
âWe donât need your service since everything in the store is fine!â Audrey answered with her face scrunched up in disgust.
âDid I mention Iâm here to repair anything? Are you implying I canât be a customer of yours?â
Jonathanâs expression instantly chilled.
âHuh? You? A customer of ours? Why donât you tell me if you can afford the cheapest merchandise or not? Are you aware an umbrella of ours costs more than a hundred thousand? Itâs worth more than your electric scooter over there!â the sales assistant scoffed.
âWhatâs the matter? Canât the owner of an electric scooter be the owner of a Lamborghini? You need to step aside and stop getting in my way!â
âIâm afraid I canât if youâre merely here to shelter from the heat! If thatâs not the case, are you here to take a few pictures to deceive the ladies in the club? If you can afford a freaking Lamborghini, Iâll get down on my knees and bow before you!â
Huh? Shelter from the heat? Take a few pictures to deceive others? Is something wrong with this sales assistant?
Jonathanâs face darkened in irritationâhe couldnât stand others insulting him when he would never rely on such petty tricks to get others to open up to him.
âGet me the manager at once!â Initially, he had no intention of making a fuss out of something trivial, which was why he told Harrison his presence wouldnât be necessary. However, he couldnât stand the snobbish woman looking down on him anymore.
âHuh? My manager has no time for the likes of you! He only has time for potential owners of Lamborghinis! If you donât see yourself out, Iâll get the security guards to show you the way out!â
The sales assistant turned around and yelled, âCan someone show this beggar the way out of here?â
The security guards rushed out of the store with their batons as soon as they heard Audrey.
One of them asked, âAre you sure youâre not going to leave? You better not hold us accountable for the things awaiting you!â
They thought Jonathan was there to take a few photos for his social media account. With that being said, Jonathan was different from the pretentious people they had encountered before.
At the very least, they would dress up as if they were members of the upper echelon. On the contrary, Jonathan didnât even bother to put on his best outfit and showed up without getting changed.
âYouâre trying to kick me out? Heh! We shall see if your boss Harrison has the guts to take me out, let alone you!â The moment Jonathan was about to retrieve his phone, he heard the shrill blaring of a car horn from behind him.
A crimson Maserati pulled over at the entrance of the car dealership before a young man alighted from the car.
He scowled at the presence of the electric scooter a few feet away and asked, âSince when has the store included electric scooters as one of their merchandise?â
It was obvious it was a sarcastic remark meant to humiliate Jonathan.
On the other hand, Audrey greeted the young man with a wide smile, âHello, sir! Welcome! Please come with me!â
It merely took her a few seconds to change her expression when she was utterly disgusted by the presence of Jonathan a short while ago.
âWhere did this electric scooter come from? Smash it and dispose of it somewhere! Itâs such an embarrassment!â The young man swaggered into the store instead of engaging himself in a conversation with Jonathan.
Audrey assured him, âIâll get it done as soon as possible.â
She glared at the security guards next to her and asked, âStop standing around idly and take him and that electric scooter of his out at once!â
âYes!â
Jonathanâs fury was written all over his face. The security guards couldnât even reach the defenseless Jonathan as they were forced to their knees with two well-placed kicks from him.
âHow dare you try to lay your filthy hands on me? Iâll break the arms of anyone who tries to destroy the electric scooter!â
âH-Help! Someoneâs trying to beat up the staff of the store!â Audreyâs shriek successfully grabbed the attention of a suited man in the lobby.
He rushed out of the store and asked, âWhatâs going on? Whoâs making a scene outside the showroom?â
âItâs him! Mr. Sandwith, this dirt-poor man over here beat up the security guards of the store! He parked his electric scooter at the entrance, getting in the way of potential customers!â
âItâs not necessary to waste our time with him! Just get the cops to take him into custody!â Oliver Sandwith, who was a middle-aged man, glanced at Jonathan before returning to the store. He greeted the young man next to him, âHi, are you Mr. Goldââ