My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 36

"Come on, let's not waste anymore time. It's just buying a BMW anyways, piece of cake." Wilbur said as he walked outside.

Chuck tried not to laugh out loud. The BMW worth more than two million dollars was indeed a piece of cake to Wilbur now that his father was rich. However, the only reason why his father could sell off the square and earn some cash was because of Chuck's mother. If Chuck didn't plan to buy the square, where would Wilbur's father get the money to buy a car?

At this moment, the manager walked over in hesitance and whispered something in Wilbur's ear, mostly regarding the 300 thousand dollar deposit ...

Wilbur frowned. "I'll transfer it to you tomorrow!"

How could he have money now? He could only wait for his father.

The manager sighed in relief and then said to Chuck politely, "Mr. Cannon, please take care. When the car is here. I will call you."

Chuck nodded. He overheard just now that he needed training to drive a sports car, but it should not take too long. Anyhow, it was nice to drive a sports car too!

Chuck was about to open his car door and get in.

However, the more Wilbur looked at Chuck's car, the more upset he became.

What's so good about this car? Wilbur decided that when he bought one later, he would ask his dad to buy another one. Then, Chuck would have nothing else to boast about!

Wilbur got into his Cayenne haughtily, stepping on the gas and zooming off the minute he got in. Naturally, Chuck followed suit!

The manager looked at Chuck who had left and was amazed.

Who were the parents of this young man? It was rare to see a super rich person with such an indifferent temperament. The manager had encountered many people in his life, but he had never felt such a feeling from anyone.

"Manager, did the young man just now really order it?"

"He just swiped his credit card, so how could it be fake? It looks too simple though, I've been selling cars for so long, but I've never seen anyone buy a car so quick. Well, the rich are really rich!"

"I really want to know his WeChat, I want to be his girlfriend!"

"Me too. He's handsome and rich, just a perfect man of my dreams!"

The several Porsche sales consultants all gathered around and began chatter away enviously.

The manager frowned and scolded, "What are you guys doing? Don't you guys have work to do? Just look at his charisma, do you think he will like any of you here? Let me tell you, the next time Mr. Cannon comes, if anyone dares to offend him again, pack up your things and get out of here immediately! Do you hear me?!"

"Yes, sir." Several sales consultants were discouraged.

Just then, a beautiful woman strolled into the shop, wearing a pair of hot pants that complemented her slender, long legs. It was Quincy Lowe, Zelda's best friend. She had ordered a Porsche for herself a few days ago as a birthday present for herself, so she came to pick up the car.

But when she saw that the salespeople in the store whispering to each other, she curiously walked over and asked, "What happened?"

"Ah? It's Miss Lowe. Your car has arrived. Let me bring you to complete a few procedures, then you can pick up your car!" The manager came back to his senses.

"Okay. By the way, what were you guys talking about just now?" Quincy asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing much, it was a customer who just ordered a 911 modeled car." The manager said. He waved his hand and the crowd of salespeople immediately dispersed.

"911 model. That rich?" Quincy's eyes widened. She wanted to buy that car, but she didn't have so much money at the moment. She only managed to buy an ordinary Porsche because it was her birthday, and only after begging her father to allow her to buy it.

This was why she didn't say anything when she heard Wilbur mention the Cayenne at the birthday party yesterday.

"He is quite rich." The manager sighed. Chuck's charisma had left quite an impression on him.

"Who ordered it?" Quincy asked out of curiosity.

"This..." The manager hesitated. This was related to the customer's privacy, so he had no right to say it out!

"Wilbur and I are good friends. You can't even tell?" Quincy added.

"Okay, alright, it was ordered by a man named Chuck Cannon." The manager could only say it out.

"What? Chuck Cannon was the one who ordered the model 911?" Quincy could only gape in shock!

Didn't he tell Wilbur that he would buy the Cayenne? Why did he order a 911 model that was several specs higher than a Cayenne instead?

That was an extra four million!

Quincy took a deep breath, this came as a big surprise! Chuck Cannon was indeed extremely rich!

"Do you know this Mr. Cannon, Miss Lowe?" The manager couldn't help but ask Quincy. Otherwise, how would she have such an expression on her face?

"Yes, I do."

Quincy nodded, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Zelda, you found a pretty neat boyfriend!"