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. “Baby, why don’t you takefor a ride in one of these exotic cars?” she couldn't take her eyes off the super cars before her, especially the new Chiron models.

“That Pur Sport... Don’t you want to see how it'll feel inside?” She put his hand on 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 you sure 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 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 weren't sparkling white but were as dull as they could be.

“Whoa, there. What do you want, old man?” “A car,” his gravelly voice easily got on her nerves. “A car? Are you sure you're in the right place?” she snickered. “Look at yourself. Wearing cheap and shabby clothes.” The old man took a look at himself once. “People like you don’t even deserve to be in this store, so get out,” she raised her voice. He squinted his eyes. “Are you the manager?” LLL “Yeah. | am,” she pointed her finger toward the exit. “Will you go now?” she was at least ten feet away from 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 toldthey make these cars with materials used for building aircrafts, and that they are among the fastest cars ever made. So | chere 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 remindthat 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 cover.

“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 the sweet spot between his legs and turned it sour. The customer handler’s knees gruffly kissed the floor as his 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 swords. As he was on his knees, he could now see that there was a wolf's carving at the top of the walking stick. The old man turned and walked away like nothing 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 givea minute of peace?” he was more annoyed by her lack of commonsense for not even giving him the tto 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, 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.” Just run over that old bastard, baby. | 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 going to do?” He smirked. “What he can’t.” 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. “This is what 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 you are the reason why | didn’t send my child outside on a journey. Life is already difficult as it is, but losers like you make it just as disgusting.” “Did you say something?” she barked and laughed. “I couldn't hear you, geezer!” she looked at her boyfriend. “Baby, even though we're the ones riding, it seems his eyes are 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’t move.

“Now, speak!” SWOOSH-!! 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, “I cas fast as | could. If I'm late, please forgive a, “You cearlier than expected, Leher,” the old man calmly said. “Is it okay if | drive the car?» “0O-Of course, Master Parul said it's yours.” “Mm, he’s generous as usual, but | will return it once my work is done,” saying that, he entered the car and took his tto 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 wealthy man.

Before they could cout of the shock, the black bugatti left, but the old butler didn’t. He walked into the 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 can cut her middle finger and give it to me.” His words made her pee. “Or...” Leher continued, “you two can slap each other until one of you is left standing. The winner can then cut the loser’s middle finger and give it to me.” Silence followed.

“I'm not joking by the way,” Leher said. “Don’t makedo 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 her without 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 at her, suggesting he needed to cut her middle finger. As the customer handler was hesitating, Leher pulled out a butcher's knife from under his shirt, making the customer handler pass out. “What a pair of absolute losers.” He spat in disgust.