CH ~ 0073 YOUR CHANCE
Author: PAIGE
last update2025-08-26 19:20:15
Emilia let out a calm smile. This is one of their expensive and best selling cars. But only the one of one in Chicago could afford it. People who come requesting it were the top businessmen in the country. And looking at Mrs Brooke’s husband, it was a done deal!

Mostly, the staff in charge of selling such cars gets a 20 percent cut, and it seems today is going to be her lucky day.

“Now, about the Audi car you asked,” the sales consultant gushed, “the car you inquired about is one of our most prestigious listings. Currently valued at 1.8 million pounds. To secure it, a down payment of half a million is required. But to buy it immediately, we'll take you upstairs for the paperwork and transaction.” She explained calmly.

Eve's eyes glittered as she tugged her husband’s sleeve. “Darling, imagine the envy! Owning this car would put us among the city’s elite. Everyone would talk about us. We’d be more recognized.”

It wasn't just luxurious, it commands respect from people. She's the o
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