Barbara Sutton quickly arrived at the 4S dealership.
Having visited before, the salesman warmly greeted her at the door, "Hello, Miss Sutton, welco to the test drive. The car you like just arrived this morning, and I contacted you right away."
"Thank you."
Barbara Sutton enjoyed excellent treatnt, with tea and plenty of small talk as soon as she entered.
All because she was wearing luxury brand clothes.
Giving the impression of wealth, with a high likelihood of closing a deal.
That’s how society is—realistic.
"Would you like to rest a bit first, or go for a test drive now?"
"Now."
She had to accompany Monica Usher for dinner later.
So, the salesperson led her to a rcedes. The young man accompanying her wore a small suit, looking refined and handso.
He opened the car door like a gentleman, "Miss Sutton, please."
The feeling of being respected and served gave Barbara Sutton the illusion that her life had leveled up.
She was no longer the poor girl new to society.
"Miss Sutton, do you have a driver’s license?" the young man in the passenger seat asked gently as he fastened his seatbelt.
"I’m taking the test, and I’ll have it soon." Barbara Sutton skillfully started the car, "You’re here, aren’t you? I drive just as steadily with the instructor present."
Selling a car is always a good thing.
As long as she can drive, who cares if she has a license?
The Benz, worth around a million, was driven onto the road by Barbara Sutton... 40 km/h, 60 km/h, 80 km/h... driving steadily.
"Miss Sutton, how does the car feel? Is it what you expected?"
Barbara Sutton felt like she was soaring, with the illusion of being among the elite, and the repeated address of Miss Sutton made her feel like a celebrity.
"It’s great, I really like it," she answered with a smile.
Once she bought this car, she’d no longer need to take a taxi, nor squeeze into buses.
She believed she could use this car to connect with higher-level friends, leaving her old life behind.
She drove while envisioning her future in her mind.
"Slow down, slow down!! There’s a red light up ahead! What are you thinking?!"
Barbara Sutton snapped out of her thoughts and hurriedly hit the brake, but in her panic, she pressed the accelerator instead!
Before she knew it, the car zood forward!
"Ah—!" Her pupils dilated infinitely, and she let go of the steering wheel in her confusion.
Bang!!
The Benz slamd heavily into the rear of another car!
The two people inside almost flew out due to inertia, but fortunately, they wore seatbelts!
The impact was so strong it squashed the back of the car in front, causing smoke to pour out!
"..."
The young man in the passenger seat sat dumbfounded, his eyes wide with shock, unable to recover for quite so ti!
Done for, done for, done for!!!
This was the only thought running through his mind.
Barbara Sutton stared blankly at everything, slowly gathering her thoughts, thinking—
At worst, she wouldn’t buy the car, and just pay for the damages.
"What...what kind of car is that?" She turned her gaze, slightly panicked, asking because she didn’t recognize the logo, but the design looked distinctive and expensive.
The young man’s face turned pale, "Maserati, limited edition." His voice trembled uncontrollably.
Barbara Sutton’s heart sank, and she leaned heavily against the seat, "Then... how much would I have to pay?" She knew the new car wasn’t insured and hadn’t been delivered yet.
This loss could only be counted as hers.
"Conservatively, it starts at five million." The young man’s mind went blank, he swallowed and unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of the car.
Five million?
Barbara Sutton felt like dying... she was dumbfounded and stunned for a long ti.
Where could she find five million?
"How were you driving?! Are you blind?!" People were about to break the window, "Get out!"
Seeing the ferocious man outside the window, Barbara Sutton was extrely frightened.
She didn’t dare to open the window, much less the door.
With trembling fingers, she took out her phone, just about to call Monica Usher, when Monica happened to call her... the ringing startled her greatly.
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