The Son-in-Law They Threw Away

Chapter 8: Car Showroom

Killian left the Royal Bank with the thick envelope of cash under his arm. Piere and Sophie walked him to the door.

“Thank you for your help today, Mr Piere,” Killian said.

Piere smiled widely. “It is my duty to serve the young master of the Spencer family. Whenever you need anything, just call me.”

“I would like to invite you to dinner at Adam’s Restaurant,” Piere added. “If you have time.”

Killian shook his head. “Thank you, but not today. Maybe another time.”

Piere still looked hopeful. “I can drive you wherever you need to go.”

“No need. I can manage on my own.”

Sophie stepped closer. “My work is finished. I can take you if you want.”

Killian looked at her for a second and gave a small polite smile. “Thank you, but I will go alone.”

He walked out before they could say more. Outside he ordered an online taxi. The drive took only five minutes. The taxi stopped in front of a large, bright car showroom.

Killian paid the driver and stepped inside. The floor was shiny. New cars stood in neat rows under strong lights. Only a few customers walked around. A young saleswoman came toward him with a practiced smile. Her eyes moved over his old jeans, faded shirt, and simple sandals. The smile became smaller and colder.

“Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?”

“I need a new car. The latest model,” Killian said clearly.

The saleswoman’s voice turned a little sharp. “Of course. Please follow me.”

She led him to a side area where older cars were parked. She pointed to a used car that already looked tired.

“Is this the kind of car you are looking for?”

Killian frowned. “This is an old car. I said I want the latest model.”

The saleswoman crossed her arms. “This is the newest we have in your price range.”

She clearly believed he could not pay for anything better.

A loud, mocking voice came from behind them.

“A riff-raff like you only deserves a cheap used car. It’s not even expensive. Only a few tens of thousands of euros.”

Killian turned around. The man who spoke was Robert. He stood with his arms crossed and a proud, mean smile on his face. Robert was the same man the Smith family wanted Julietta to get close to after the divorce. The man who had cancelled their contracts and left them in trouble.

Robert’s eyes widened for a second when he fully recognized Killian. Then his face filled with ugly laughter.

“You? The useless son-in-law? The one they kicked out of Julietta’s house like trash? Now you walk around looking like a hobo and still dare to come into a place like this?”

Killian did not answer. He simply turned and walked deeper into the showroom. Being ignored made Robert angrier.

“Where do you think you are going, you scum?” Robert shouted. “After they threw you out, you should stay on the street where you belong!”

Killian kept walking. His eyes stopped on a car placed alone inside a special glass room. The car was metallic white with clean black lines on the front and back. It looked powerful, expensive, and new.

“That is the one I want,” Killian thought quietly.

Robert followed him and laughed even louder. “Hey, riff-raff! Don’t even dream of owning a car like that. Do you even know what it costs?”

At that moment a young woman in a tight dress walked into the same area with an older man beside her. The woman pointed at the white car with bright eyes.

“Honey, I want that car. You promised to give me anything for my birthday.”

The older man looked uncomfortable. He shook his head slightly, but he did not want to look weak in front of other people.

The saleswoman quickly left Killian and hurried over to the couple. Her whole face changed. Her voice became sweet and excited.

“This car is perfect for you. It is brand new and the only one in the whole city. The name is Bugatti Centodieci. The price is eight million euros.”

She listed the details with a bright smile, hoping for a big commission. “It has a V12 engine. One thousand six hundred horsepower. It goes from zero to one hundred in only 2.4 seconds. Maximum speed is three hundred eighty kilometres per hour. If you want it, we can prepare the papers today.”

Robert crossed his arms and smirked at Killian. “See? Eight million euros. A car for real rich people. Not for a kicked-out son-in-law who used to mop floors and take insults every day.”

The young woman glanced at Killian for a second. Something about his face seemed familiar, but she could not remember where she had seen him. She turned back to the older man and pulled his arm.

“I really want it,” she said again.

The saleswoman kept talking, trying hard to close the deal. Robert kept making small laughing comments under his breath, loud enough for Killian to hear.

Killian stood quietly in front of the glass room. He looked at the white car for a long moment. Then he reached into his pocket and took out the silver-grey card. The same card that held more than thirty-six billion euros.

He turned to the saleswoman and spoke in a clear, calm voice that cut through the other talking.

“I will take this car. Prepare the papers. I will pay in full right now.”

The whole showroom went silent.

The saleswoman’s mouth fell open. Robert’s laughter stopped at once. The young woman and the older man both turned to stare at Killian. For a few full seconds no one moved or spoke.

Killian held the card between two fingers and looked straight at the saleswoman.

“Did you hear me? I said I will buy it. Today.”

Robert’s face slowly changed from mockery to pure shock. The saleswoman still could not find any words. The older man with the young woman looked at Killian with sudden interest and a little fear.

Outside the big glass windows of the showroom, a black car with dark tinted windows rolled to a slow stop across the street. The engine stayed running.