Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 82

The moment Emily and Franklin went home, the housekeeper told them Harry sent a car to them and now it was in the garage.

Franklin nodded and said okay.

But Emily was surprised and exclaimed, "Does he really send a car to me?"

"Well, do you think he's joking?" Franklin chuckled.

Emily curled her lips and said unhappily, "Franklin, I find it hard to understand you. You are so sophisticated. Sometimes I really don't know what you're thinking."

"What are you thinking about? Why should I be so easy to be seen through by a silly person like you?" Franklin brushed her hair.

"Don't touch my hair." Emily dodged him again. She had told him not to touch her hair many times before, but he just ignored her.

Hearing this, Franklin smiled and touched her hair again behind her back.

Just as Emily was about to scold him, Franklin said, "Since he sent you the car, let's see what it looks like."

"Hmph." Emily groaned with annoyance and walked to the garage with him.

The driver and Jason would drive their car out of the garage to send them to work every morning. Therefore, Emily had never been there.

When she got there, she was surprised and could not even believe what she saw.

Was this a garage or an auto show?

There were a dozen luxury cars of different colors in the garage, and they were staggering than any cars she had seen in exhibitions.

"It's this one. It's not bad." Franklin pointed to a white BMW.

Emily gulped a little bit. She could recognize the BMW logo. She just didn't expect Harry to be so generous to give her a BMW.

"Do you like it?" Franklin asked.

Emily nodded vigorously. She liked it so much. She got her driver's license in college, but she had no money to buy a car. She was now so surprised and could not love it more.

"Well, I don't allow you to drive this car though you like it so much. Just leave it here! If you like cars, I'll send you another one." Franklin signaled her to choose one among dozens in the garage as she liked.

Emily asked in surprise, "Are these all your cars?"

"Of course, who else do you think?"

"How do you..."

"I have money and can get anything I like." Franklin answered before she asked.

Emily was speechless.

She curled her lips. What else could she say?

"Have you made your mind? Which one do you like?" Franklin asked.

Looking at the luxury cars in line, Emily was almost tempted into saying yes. But after looking around, she shook her head and said, "I won't choose anyone. They are too luxurious. I'm not very good at driving and haven't been in the driver's seat for a long time. What if I have any one of them scratched? I cannot afford it! I'd better save some money and buy an ordinary car on my own!"

"Silly girl, I'm your man. Can't I even afford a car? Just have a look and choose the one you like. I'll send it to you." Franklin was amused by her reply and felt a little angry. He reached out and rubbed her hair again gently.

Emily blushed slightly, but she insisted, "No, I don't want you to give it to me. I'll buy it myself. I've already saved up a little money. I'll get enough money soon if I try hard."

"It is up to you. You can buy whatever car you want. Do not worry about the price. Just one condition: do not buy a car with poor quality. Safety is the most important."