My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 339

In the end, Heather could only agree and registered for Chuck. She hoped that they could come over to buy a Lincoln car when they reached their thirties.

Although the chances were slim or even nearly impossible, she looked at Chuck and thought that it was worth a shot. She could just take it as they wanted to get some fresh air.

Usually, there would be a test driver and a test driving route specifically designed for the purpose. A salesperson did not have to go, but Heather volunteered, so her supervisor agreed.

"Wait a minute. I'll ask the test driver to come over," Heather said.

Chuck and Yolanda kept their driving licenses and sat down to wait.

"Heather, it's rare for you to have a test drive by yourself. Is it for sure they're going to buy?" A saleswoman came over and asked enviously.

"No, they're just taking it out to have some air," Heather replied as shook her head in disappointment.

"Seriously?" The saleswoman looked over and said, "Slim chance, isn't it?"

"Of course, it's hopeless. None of them fell within Lincoln's target market. Look at that man, his outfit isn't even worth two hundred dollars in total. How could he afford a Navigator?" Heather said.

"That's true. That man really doesn't look rich. Such a bumpkin. That woman is not bad though," the saleswoman analyzed.

"That woman can't afford it either. She just addressed the man as her boss," Heather told her helplessly.

"Oh, Pfft! Is he trying to show off? Does he even look like a boss?" The saleswoman couldn't help laughing as if it was a big joke. "I think that woman said that deliberately so that you wouldn't feel like they were fooling around and would let them test drive."

Heather sighed, she felt the same. Alas, why did they choose Lincoln to practice? It would be a huge trouble if they crash the car accidentally.

"Alright, let's stop talking. I'll just take it as going out to get some air." Heather went to the driver's seat. The saleswoman held her back and added, "Be careful. Perhaps people like them didn't have the chance to drive after getting their driving license as they must have poor driving skills. I don't know whether they could differentiate between the accelerator and brake. What if they hit the car..."

"They'd have to compensate," Heather replied immediately.

"I'm afraid they can't afford to," the saleswoman reminded her.

"We'll call the police if they can't pay. Who asked them to come and make fun of us who are working as salespeople?" Heather said and then started preparing for the test drive.

Looking at Chuck and Yolanda from a distance, the saleswoman smiled in her heart, "Such a waste of time..."

"Alright, you may get into the car now," Heather informed the two as she had made the preparation. The test-driver had already gotten the car ready outside.

Chuck and Yolanda stood up and followed her. Everyone got into the car. Chuck sat at the back while Yolanda drove first with Heather sitting next to her.

The test-driver drove the car to the test-driving route. Chuck felt that the car was good enough. Heather was sitting in the passenger seat and she sighed while thinking, "Such a bumpkin. Has he never seen a car before? In that case..."

It was a waste of time.

Soon, the test-driver drove the car to the designated test-driving route and began to explain the pros and cons of the car. Yolanda was satisfied. She offered to drive, and the driver agreed for sure.

The two of them switched seats and Yolanda drove. She thought it was good, comfortable, and the controlling system was great as well. She liked it. Heather breathed a sigh of relief when she found that Yolanda's driving skill was okay and could be considered an old hand. But, what was the point? She would not buy it after all.

Shortly after, Yolanda completed the test-driving and she was very satisfied.

When Chuck got into the car, he felt that the car was really spacious and he paid more attention to the controlling system of the car. He had never driven such a big car, so he was trying to get familiar with it. Heather became impatient and asked, "Shall we start now?"

"Please wait a minute, let me get familiar with it first," Chuck said with a smile. He stepped on the gas pedal gently and the car began to move very slowly, which made Heather frown. What was he doing? Did he really not have any chance to drive after getting his license? Did he even dare not step on the gas pedal?

"Accelerate a bit, press the gas pedal slowly," Heather said.

"Okay." Chuck started to accelerate. He felt that the car was very comfortable. He stepped on the pedal hard and braked quickly to test the real-time power. Heather, who was sitting behind with a seat belt fastened, felt very uncomfortable. She thought, d*mn, there was even someone who could make her feel faint in the car.