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Chapter 94: The Non-Brand Clothes.

"Do you want the 2024 models?" The owner of the huge car park asked.

"Of course. Do you have any other cars?" Jack asked because he asked for Bentley, and Mr. Reimann got him here, so he was taking chances if this place sells other stuff as well.

"Do you want more brat?" The owner was not caring anymore; he looked apathetic.

"Do you have any other car?" Jack asked this time, and he sounded a little rude.

Sure," the "old man looked a little displeased.

"How about the Rolls-Royce Phantom?" Jack asked.

"Alright, is that all"?" the owner asked.

"Yes, that's all for now," Jack smiled and said.

"Okay, let me calculate. As every car is very customized, and I overcharge, I will need about 16 million for everything. I even added a discount on your car." Owner said, while looking at the calculator he just pulled out from the nearby desk.

"Well then, thank you." Jack rolled his eyes at the owner; he was charging fucking 16 million and was making a face like he was the Dalai Lama.

"Alright, pay up, and where should we deliver the car?" Owner pulled out an old card receiver.

"Jack, you have the card with the unlimited limit, right?" Heinrich smiled while looking at Jack.

"Y...yeah, I have a card with no limit." Jack pulled out his card and swiped it in the card receiver and gave his PIN.

* Ting *

Hearing the sound, even Heinrich was amazed: 16 million € swipe? And it was successful.

Jack took his card back; after purchasing 11 cars, he looked satisfied.

"Don't deliver them now; give me your number, and I'll call you." Jack took the owner's number and saved it in his phone.

"Let's go; we have to do something about your clothes." Heinrich went outside after nodding at the owner.

"My name is Harry; it was nice meeting you, boy." Owner extended his hand; he was actually surprised today too.

Jack smiled, didn't shake the hand, and nodded his head left.

The Maybach left the huge garage; it was actually not going to the Maximilianstraße, where all the luxurious brands are.

"What boy? Still want to buy trash?" Heinrich looked at Jack, who was bewildered, and asked.

"Trash?" Jack looked confused.

"Let me show you the real place to get clothes, not cheap goods with a price tag on it," Heinrich laughed.

The more friendly Heinrich behaves, the more concern Jack becomes, because this man was, mind you, not that normal.

"So? What's the story of your current girlfriend? That you're living with?" Heinrich casually asked.

Jack was a little scared because Heinrich here was judging Jack because of Yana, now that he knows about Emma.

"Are you serious? Boy, if you got guts to make girlfriends, be a man and accept all that comes with it. Heinrich was unusually nice today.

"In your age, heh, I even fucked my aunt." Heinrich smiled as if remembering those days.

Jsck was just gulping down the information that was spilling out from Heinrich's mouth.

"Those were the days; although I have six wives now, I can't go back to being younger," Heinrich sighed.

"Oh? Look, we're here." Heinrich looked at the huge gate they were outside of.

Jack also looked at the mansion; he could only see the huge red gate. The gate looked somewhat artistic.

The car was maybe 3 seconds halted before the gate automatically opened, and Jack saw a huge three-story mansion.

After the car stopped in the gate, the bodyguards rushed to open the gates for both of them.

Jack today felt like he was looking at things with a different perspective, like with the eye of a proper rich man.

Heinrich took Jack inside the mansion, and a lady who looked good—maybe she was in her sixties, but she still looked good—came out from the second floor.

She looked happy and cheerful; she even eyed Jack for some time.

"Jack, this is the aunt I was talking about in the car, Aunt Melanie. This is Jack, Yana's boyfriend." Heinrich sat down on the couch casually and introduced Jack and Melanie.

Melanie smiled and didn't sit down like Heinrich; she very formally shook hands with Jack.

This is the aunt he used to fuck. Why are we here? Is he going to fuck her again?

"Alright boy, stop thinking too much; Aunt here is a professional," Heinrich smiled and said.

"At what?" Jack asked; he was sure he didn't book any old hag to fuck.

"At sewing clothes, give her your measurements; she'll make everything for you," Heinrich said.

Aunt Melanie smiled and clapped her hands. Three young women came in with measurement tapes and took Jack's measurements from head to toe.

"Tell me, how many suits? Every suit will be with an overcoat." Melanie took a notepad and looked at Jack.

"How about fifty?" Jack said.

"Alright, how many T-shirts? casual pants, jeans, and we even sell underwear. Melanie was expecting a big order; you have to know not every day Heinrich Reimann brought someone here.

Jack ordered but was a little unsatisfied because he could not see what he was buying.

Every suit cost Jack 20,000€.

After ordering everything, she took 3 million from Jack. An astronomical amount, but Jack was not the same poor student he was previously.

After Klaus Heinrich took Jack even to a small apartment, the whole area was shocked to see the Maybach entering the neighborhood.

Heinrich, this time also didn't sit down on the couch in the small apartment; he doesn't sit in a dirty-looking thing.

"Why are we at a shabby-looking place again?" Jack asked, and he sat down like a normal person; the owner of the place was seated just in front of them.

The owner was a man in his late twenties or early thirties. He was a chill guy and had a cigarette in his mouth.

"What do you want? You can't just barge into my house," the owner looked at Heinrich and spat.

"Yeah, yeah, I need a watch. You have some, right?" Heinrich smiled and asked.

"You could have asked me to come to you; I don't have much, only one in your caliber.