I Breathe Euro

Chapter 93: Bentley.

"No, are you?" Jack asked back.

"Boy, you got courage," Mr. Reimann scoffed.

"Why are you wearing such pathetic clothes?" Mr. Reimann asked; he was actually judging Jack hard.

"Well, I was busy; it's been a while since I went shopping. Why are you asking me such a thing?" Jack asked; he was confused.

"Alright, let's go. I hope you have money in your pocket." Mr. Reimann got up from his seat and walked towards the door. He was walking fast and took his overcoat from the nearby rack.

Jack got up from his seat and followed Mr. Reimann out of the office. He got about 5 billion €, so he was not worried about money.

As soon as Mr. Reimann left his room in the office, several people shadowily followed them; Jack understood they were his bodyguards.

The receptionist ran to the elevator. She pressed the down button and waited for Mr. Reimann to approach. This elevator was different from the one Jack was in; it was separated, maybe only for Mr. Reimann.

It stopped timely as soon as the elevator stopped, MR. Reimann nodded at his receptionist and boarded the elevator with Jack.

Both of them didn't talk much as Jack was not that talkative.

As soon as the elevator door opened Jack saw a Mercedes waiting for them. Mr. Reimann took Jack to the Mercedes and sat inside.

Jack felt comfortable in the Mercedes; the seating was nice, and it was not as cramped as his Cayenne Turbo GT.

"Nice, isn't it? It's called Maybach. How about you get a good car too? With me here, you'll have every opportunity.

Jack remembered the Porsche he purchased from before was because of the reference from Mr. Reimann; Yana took him there.

"Benlty, I want a Bentley," Jack said, as this was a nice opportunity; he wanted to make the most out of it.

"Oh? Bentley? Alright, you heard the boy, go" Mr. Reimann smiled and talked with the driver.

The car drove forward. Jack was expecting the car to go to the Bentley official showroom, but it didn't; the car went to a huge red gate.

The red gate opened when it saw the Maybach; the gate was huge, so huge that Jack had to look up to see where the gate ended.

"This is where you come to buy a real car; I'll introduce you to the owner of the place." Mr. Reimann smiled. while Jack looked around.

The place inside the gate was huge; there were cars here and there, and some were being opened.

"This place is?" Jack was confused; he had never heard of such a car place. Every car here was maybe in the millions.

"Well, this place doesn't sell cars to just anyone; you have to know the owner personally," Mr. Reimann smiled.

Heinrich Reimann, a man with motive, doesn't talk much without any reason. He's taking me on a tour. What is he planning?

Jack was looking around and was thinking about everything that happened when he went to the funeral.

Heinrich was cunning and greedy; he was called butcher behind his back, and he was showing Jack around and taking him to buy cars.

Well, whatever, let's buy a car and then decide what to do.

"Here, boy," Heinrich got down from the car as soon as it stopped.

The Maybach stopped In front of an office-looking place, which was a trailer office, it looked old.

As soon as Heinrich got out of the car, a man in his sixties came running; he was wearing a garage outfit and almost looked like a beggar.

" Heinrich, my friend, Here to buy a car?" the man exclaimed, looking at Heinrich; he was not even noticing the towering Jack.

"Yes, a car indeed. Not me. This boy here, he wanted a Bentley." Heinrich patted Jack's back to introduce him to the owner of the place.

"Hello, I am Jack." Jack smiled politely and introduced himself, then released a little aura.

The man first squinted his eyes, then looked at Jack closely and smiled.

"Alright, come inside." Saying this, the beggar-looking owner of the place went to the trailer.

Heinrich got inside the trailer with Jack in tow. Jack sat down just opposite the owner, who was seated behind a table that was made with tin; there were bolts all over the table.

Heinrich didn't sit down; seeing this, Jack felt weirdly awkward, because he was actually the main character here and also a middleman.

"This boy is my future son-in-law. Give him a Bentley of his choice." Heinrich, although he didn't sit beside Jack, went behind Jack and patted Jack's shoulder.

Jack squinted his eyes; he was, although smiling, there was also a little bitterness in his smile.

This old man, what the fuck is he planning? I am kind of scared now.

Jack was scared because Heinrich was behaving out of his personality; Jack had gotten threats from this same person some months ago.

" Bentley? Can he afford it? From my place?" Owner scoffed while looking at Jack.

"he can. If he can't, I'll pay for it." Heinrich smiled; his smile was as fake as Mia Khalifa's titties. At least you can feel her titties.

"Alright, Boy, Let me tell you, my place sells everything custom-made, and I overcharge.

Nice introduction.

"I want 8 Bentley Flying Spur Mulliners and 2 Continental GTs," Jack opening his mouth spat.

"W...What?" Owner was flabbergasted.

Even Heinrich looked surprised; who orders Bentley-like chips and fries?

"Boy, I only make them at max level, extremely customized. You sure you'll be able to afford such a thing?" the owner asked again.

"Again?" Heinrich looked a little furious at the beggar-looking owner.

"Dude, look at him; he is wearing almost shit."

Are you kidding me? Motherfucker, Look at yourself; you're wearing a garage uniform with 3 holes in it. What do these holes do? Give you air?

Jack remained smiling as if nothing happened.

"Don't bullshit; just tell the damn price," Heinrich asked. He was more eager than the eighteen-year-old Jack, who was purchasing 10 Bentley Premium cars.