“Not at the moment. I’ll contact you if I need anything,” replied Gerald.
“Very well, young master!”
“Actually, there is one thing you could help me out with. I need you to get me a new car.”
It was at that moment when Gerald remembered that Catherine only drove a Passat. Bea herself seemed to know how to drive, yet she had earlier ridden on her scooter when she headed out to get ingredients.
Since he was already here, he might as well get a proper car for Bea.
“Very well, master! What car model would you like? A Phantom simply won’t do! I suggest ordering the newest model from abroad!”
“There’s no need for that. Just get me a BMW 7 series!”
“I… See,” replied Philip, sounding slightly stunned.
After sharing Bea’s address and details with him, Gerald hung up without saying anything else. Gerald himself had relatively fewer demands when it came to cars.
Just as he was about to continue making his way outside, he saw Catherine running down the stairs behind him in a hurry, her cell phone in hand.
“Where are you headed to, aunt?” asked Gerald.
“Humph! I’m not sure who we owe it to, but we’re really down on our luck today! Bea accidentally scratched her scooter against another person’s car at the grocery store’s car park! Where else could I be going? Are you a bringer of bad luck or something?” grumbled Catherine as she glared at Gerald.
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