The Tycoon Secret Heir: From Shame to riches

Chapter 9: THE BENEFITS OF A GOOD CAR.

“What"?

The manager was stunned, and the other salespeople gathered around, astonished. How could this broke kid possibly come up with over 240,000 dollars?

“Are you sure?” the manager asked seriously. He knew Lisa Young wouldn't joke about something like this, but he still had to confirm, as he had clearly misjudged the situation.

“Absolutely!” Lisa replied, still in shock. The POS Terminal wouldn’t lie, right? Instead of the expected insufficient funds, the transaction went through successfully. For a moment, she thought it was a hallucination, but it was real!

“Wow!”

The manager was stunned!

“He really bought it? I can’t believe it. Dressed like that but actually so wealthy? Are rich people really this low-key these days?”

“Who knows? He’s probably just a rich kid having fun dressing like this. Maybe it’s a rich kid's game.”

“Ugh, if I had known he was this loaded, I should have given him a better answer when he asked about the car's price. That commission would have been mine... Ugh…”

The female salesperson earlier was filled with regret, but it was too late now; the car was already sold.

The manager's demeanor changed instantly as he turned to Cedric Brown with a smile, “May I ask your last name, sir?”

“Brown. Please take care of the insurance and temporary plate. I’ll be driving it away shortly,” Cedric replied, looking at Lisa.

Lisa, still in disbelief, nodded. Was she really selling a car on her first day of internship? It felt like a dream, but it was happening!

Seeing that Cedric was ignoring him, the manager felt awkward and signaled to Lisa to treat Cedric well; he was a big client.

Lisa nodded and led Cedric to complete the paperwork. The money was already paid, so the rest would be quick. In just an hour, Cedric slowly drove the car out of the dealership, planning to go to the vehicle management office the day after tomorrow. Before leaving, he added Lisa on W******p, thinking that since it was his first car purchase, he might have questions later and could ask her.

On the road, Cedric Brown was honestly nervous. He had never driven such a luxury car before. It felt different; as he cruised slowly down the street, other drivers hesitated to honk because people who could afford cars like this were not to be trifled with!

Cedric specifically chose a less crowded route and drove back and forth a few times, practicing reversing and getting a feel for driving. Feeling a bit more confident, he decided it was time to head to the furniture store to buy some furniture.

Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang. It was Jean Jordan. Since his phone was connected to the car, Cedric fumbled around for a while before finally spotting the button to answer the call. As soon as he picked up, Jean's impatient voice came through, "What are you doing? It took you forever to answer!"

Cedric sighed, "I didn’t hear it ring."

"You come and pack up all your stuff and be out of the house before tonight."

"Huh?"

"Are you deaf?"

"No, but why do I have to pack up my things?"

"I sold the house. Do you expect me to clean up your junk?" Jean replied coldly.

"Fine," Cedric said, feeling a bit defeated.

After hanging up, Cedric fell silent as he drove home.

Jean’s house would be his tomorrow, so whether he packed or not didn’t really matter. Still, since Jean called, he figured he should go back and check things out.

Just as he started driving, a message popped up on his phone. Cedric's heart sank when he saw it was from Jean:

"Hey, Tycoon, what are you up to? I want to treat you to dinner as a thank you."

"Are you free today?" Cedric replied.

"I'm just waiting for someone annoying to come and pick up his stuff. After that, I’ll be free for dinner tonight."

Cedric Brown forced a smile. He knew exactly who the annoying person was without her having to mention it—himself.

"I don't have time," he replied, wondering if he should let Jean Jordan know that he was the one who saved her last night.

"Oh? It’s alright. When will you have time then?"

"Sorry, I’m very busy lately."

"Okay, well, let me know when you're free."

"Sure."

At that moment, Jean Jordan sat on the couch, scrolling through the posts of this "Tycoon." She felt a bit disappointed that he hadn't posted any photos.

She could sense that this "Tycoon" wasn't too keen on chatting with her.

Did he think she was a bad girl?

With a sigh, Jean Jordan felt helpless.

She really wanted to know who had saved her last night and transferred her two hundred thousand dollars—could he be a handsome guy?

Curiosity bubbled up inside her, but she remembered that Cedric Brown would probably be back soon. She decided to head downstairs to buy a big bag to help him carry out his trash from the apartment.

The roads in her neighborhood were tricky, and with such a big car, Cedric, being a new driver, took his time maneuvering into the garage. Just as he stepped out of the car and was about to head inside, he heard Jean Jordan's voice, which startled him.

"How many times do I have to tell you? You need to be aware of your surroundings! Why are you standing so close to someone else's car? Just look at that car; it must start at a million! If you scratch it, you won't be able to pay for the damages!" Jean's tone was icy. He had just picked up two thousand bucks, and now she probably only had a few hundred left. How could he possibly afford to pay for a scratch on such an expensive car?

Cedric chuckled awkwardly but didn’t respond.

Jean, not wanting to say more, handed him the big bag. "Take out your trash."

Cedric Brown nodded as he carried the bag upstairs. He had already taken most of the useful items last time, and now there was hardly anything left except for some trash. After an hour of work, the big bag was finally full, and Cedric dragged it back down.

Seeing Cedric panting heavily, Jean Jordan furrowed her brow, grabbed her car key, and followed him outside. "You have too much stuff; it’s hard to fit in a bus. Where do you live? I can drive you back."

"No need, I have..." Cedric quickly stopped himself.

"What do you have? Enough money for a taxi, right?" Jean's expression deepened with frustration.

"Sort of," Cedric replied, not wanting to elaborate.

"Sort of? I see that little bit of money you picked up won’t last you long," Jean said dismissively as she followed Cedric down the stairs.

She planned to grab a quick bite to eat and then look for a place to rent. She wanted to buy a smaller house, but that wouldn’t happen overnight, so renting was her best option for now.

However, just as they reached the bottom of the stairs, they heard someone shouting angrily, "Whose BMW is this? Just because you have money, you think you’re special? Parking in someone else’s spot like that?"

Cedric's heart sank. In this community, parking spots had to be purchased, and it seemed he had parked in someone else's space without realizing it.

Sure enough, as they stepped outside, they saw a man with glasses yelling at the top of his lungs, leaning against the car window and holding his phone, clearly furious.

Cedric noticed the man was trying to find a number to call, which sent a chill down his spine. Thankfully, he hadn’t left his contact number on the car yet.

The bespectacled man paced back and forth, frustrated that he couldn’t find anyone. He almost kicked the car door, making Cedric's heart race. Anyone would feel upset if their newly bought car got kicked.

But the man knew the car was expensive and likely belonged to someone important, so he hesitated to touch it. Instead, he muttered, "Damn, what kind of person parks like this without leaving a number! I just went out to grab something, and now my car is still here. I swear I’m going to smash it!"

His last shout was aimed to be heard by the "owner," which made Cedric breathe a sigh of relief.

The man finally got into his car and drove off. Jean glanced at Cedric's car and asked, "Did you not see whose car this was when you arrived?"

"I didn't see it," Cedric Brown shook his head.

"The car is nice, but parking haphazardly is just wrong." Jean Jordan walked over to her car, opened the door, and sat inside. She asked, "Are you sure you don't want a ride?"

"No thanks, I'll take a taxi myself," Cedric replied.

"Whatever, but let me tell you, if you keep acting like this, you'll never amount to anything in life." Jean Jordan didn’t bother to say more. She started her car and drove off, leaving Cedric to scratch his nose. Never amount to anything? He was already a rich kid now; he didn’t need to worry about that anymore.

Once he confirmed that she had left the neighborhood, Cedric pressed the key fob to open the trunk and loaded his bag inside. He slowly pulled the car out, but as soon as he did, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He saw Jean Jordan's car coming back—she must have forgotten something. They were definitely going to run into each other. Oh no, this was bad; she was going to see him!