The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 59

This was the most savage statement Isabelle Ford had ever heard after so many years of selling Harley-Davidsons.

He just came up and asked her if they had 100 bikes.

Isabelle was stunned. After a while, she said bitterly, “Sir, are you sure you want 100? And you want 100 of the latest models?”

Philip nodded indifferently. “Right. Do you not have that many? If not, it’s fine as long as they are Harleys.”

Isabelle was stunned once again.

It was fine as long as they were Harleys?

Just how much did this man like Harleys?

“Sir, we only have 32 in stock. We just did the count this morning. We don’t have 100,” Isabelle said sadly.

Was this man really a nouveau riche?

When Philip heard that, he lifted his eyebrow and looked around. “Only 32?”

According to Philip’s calculation, he would at least need 100. Even though they only had more than ten employees, it would be fine if he hired more people.

This was the first time Isabelle met a client who wanted to buy 100 Harleys in one go.

She could not help but look at Philip up and down.

What if he was crazy?

After looking at him, her face changed. This guy’s outfit was very normal. He was wearing a pair of jeans that were already white from frequent washing and a white t-shirt. He was also wearing a pair of dirty sport shoes, and he had a rough stubble on his face.

A person like this could afford 100 Harleys?

Was he just here to be pretentious?

When she thought about this, Isabelle’s expression fell. After seeing Philip deep in thought, it made her even more sure that this guy was here to cause trouble.

“Sir, do you still want them?” Isabelle asked while controlling her emotions.

Philip frowned and shook his head. He said, “You don’t have 100 anyway.”

Hehe.

This time, Isabelle smirked coldly. He had just blown his cover.

‘100? I think you can’t even afford one. Why are you still pretending to be rich?’

“Are you sure you’re here to buy motorcycles?” Isabelle said in a despicable way as she crossed her arms. In just a second, she became arrogant and overbearing.

“Yeah, I’m here to buy motorcycles. 100. Do you have them?” Philip frowned. This salesperson did not have the enthusiasm she had just now.

“Enough! How long are you going to pretend? 100? I don’t think you can even afford just one! Can’t you see where you are before coming here to put up an act?”

Isabelle started shouting in anger.

‘Who the hell is he? How dare he come and cause trouble in the early morning? He must be tired of life!’