Only Heir of Lawrence's Asset and Investment

Chapter 9

The sales associate’s smile of desperation to sell earlier slowly faltered, replaced with something else that was unreadable.

There were so many others, way affordable than she had expected Anthony to choose from.

Looking at Anthony, the sales associate smiled faintly, “Sir, are you sure you really want to purchase this? There are less expensive ones you can opt for.” She said, “I'll do the favor of showing them to you one after the other.”

Hearing that, Anthony knew she was looking down on him. However, he shook his head, standing firm on his word as he repeated, “No, not opting for another. I want to purchase the NQi GT Pro. How much is it worth?”

Seeing how firm Anthony's words were, the sales associate gave a short shrug and swallowed hard. If he insists, then there's no problem.

Maybe if he hears the price, he'll have no other option but to opt for an affordable one. The sales associate thought in her mind.

With that, she cleared her throat and answered, still skeptical about Anthony's decision. She observed Anthony's reaction while she replied, “It's worth $6,000.”

Anthony blinked at the price, not that it was too expensive, but because it was even cheaper than he had expected it to be.

He'd thought it would be something that cost up to $20,000 or so, however, it wasn't even up to $10,000.

The sales associate mistook the winking of Anthony's eyes as if he was startled. Giving a faint smile, she said, “I told you, sir, that it's quite expensive, but like I said earlier, you can make a different choice. It's all left over to you to decide.”

Anthony, however, left her belittling words in the cold but said politely, “Bring it out from the showroom, and let's proceed with the payment.”

The sales associate raised a brow, “Uh, sir. Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked.

Anthony nodded, firmly, “Yes, I'm serious. I'm buying it now.”

The sales associate was hesitant at first, skepticism creeping onto her face. Although she wanted to sell the scooter, she doubted whether Anthony was the right client for it.

After much hesitation, the sales associate finally brought out the scooter, and Anthony touched it, carefully scrutinizing it. He nodded, pleased with his choice, “Cool.”

“For the payment…” the sales associate announced, ignoring how Anthony was admiring the scooter. “We accept bank transfers, checks, and even card swiping. Whichever best suits you, you can proceed with it.” She politely said, although she did not have full trust in Anthony.

Realizing he hadn't transferred it to his bank account, nor did he have a Venom MasterCard for withdrawal. It wasn't something he would do right, so Anthony replied, “Let's go with the transfer.”

“Alright. A minute,” the sales associate nodded and provided the account details that Anthony should transfer into.

Seeing the account details, Anthony opened his Venmo app right off the bat, and it loaded within a minute. A broadened smile appeared on Anthony's face as he saw the money in his account again. It was fully loaded.

Without much care about it, Anthony began to punch in the account number while the sales associate watched him closely, waiting to see the disappointment on his face.

Soon, a name showed on his screen, and Anthony looked up and enquired before proceeding, “Scooters Co. is the name, right?”

“Yes.” The sales associate tipped her head in response. Then Anthony proceeded and in the next minute, he said, “Done….I have transferred the money.”

There was a hint of doubt that laced the sales associate's face. However, she looked down at the system’s screen.

Immediately, a message popped up. It was a credit alert notification from the money that Anthony just transferred.

Credit: “$6,500.”

Her heart skipped for an instant, glancing at the transfer alert on the computer. Her jaw dropped to the ground, and her skeptical expression was suddenly replaced with surprise.

“I…..I have seen it.” The sales associate stammered, wiping her eyes to get a clear sense of what she was seeing. It still felt surreal to her.

Quickly, she said, “But, sir, I think you made a mistake. It was supposed to be $6,000, not $6,500.” She was ready to refund Anthony the extra $500.

But Anthony shook his head, smiling, “No, it's actually not a mistake.” He replied. “It's just me appreciating your professional approach. That's just a ‘thank you' tip. Manage it.”

“Ah!” The sales associate screamed, on cloud nine. “This is a rare kind of gesture. Thank you so much. I appreciate it.” She said with a genuine thanks.

In her mind, something said: *Have you seen why it's not good to judge people at first sight? If you had shown him disrespect at first, would you have gotten this free $500?* She shook her head to her inner thoughts.

Indeed, it's bad to judge a book by its cover!

Right off the bat, she started to prepare paperwork for the scooter purchased, and within thirty minutes, she was done. Handing it to Anthony, she offered, genuinely, “Let me help you get the scooter outside.”

Nevertheless, Anthony shook his head, declining, “Don't worry, I'll do it. Go ahead with other things. Have a nice day.” He grabbed the scooter with his hand to leave.

The sales associate stood there and watched him until he was out of sight. Then, she took a deep breath and turned around, energized to face the next task for the day.

Stepping outside, onlookers began to look at Anthony with both admiration and envy at the scooter he was grabbing.

Anthony's gaze met theirs, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He sat on the scooter’s seat comfortably, and a surge of renewal washed over him.

He glanced down at the sleek display of the scooter’s dashboard, carefully studying and taking note of each button.

When he was done studying it, he carefully pressed the ‘power button,’ and in a few seconds, the scooter was turned on,, and the dashboard screen lit up, showing battery status, speed settings, and other relevant information.

Seeing everything coming to life seamlessly without much effort, Anthony nodded, impressed. “Isn't bad.” Following, he carefully pressed the throttle located on the right side of the handlebars, and the scooter activated, ready to move.

“Alright, it's time to go get our first car,” Anthony mumbled to himself, beaming, and with that, he fired down onto the road.