Chapter 53
“Sir, please leave.”
Finn Taylor had never in a million years expected that the manager—who had been very kind and friendly just seconds earlier—to chase him away after hearing that he was the Larson family’s matrilocal son-in-law.
“So what if I’m that matrilocal son-in-law? I’m here to buy a car. Does it matter what my identity is?”
The manager sneered. ‘It’s true that it’s my principle not to look down on anyone because even the most plainly dressed customer can be secretly wealthy. Unfortunately for you, Finn Taylor, you’re really too ordinary. You’re so ordinary that there’s no way you’ll ever have a chance to even prove yourself.’
‘Everyone knows that you haven’t been allowed to sleep upstairs in the past three years as the Larson family’s matrilocal son-in-law. You even have to cook and clean every day. You’ve done everything remotely possible to humiliate all men. It’s embarrassing to even let you stay here.’
The one thing the manager wanted to do most was to chase this jinx out of the showroom. ‘Someone like this doesn’t deserve to be here.’
“No, I’m here to buy a car. Why are all of you trying to chase me out?”
The manager walked up to the cashier and brought a POS machine over. “Come on. If you’re as good as you say you are, swipe your card. If the transaction goes through, I’ll kneel down in front of you.”
The manager didn’t believe that he wouldn’t be able to chase away such a piece of trash.
Dozens of eyes in the BMW showroom shot over.
Not a single person trusted Finn Taylor. After all, he was nothing more than a good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law.
How capable could a matrilocal son-in-law possibly be? It seemed more appropriate for him to be shopping for groceries, but a car?
Worse still, a BMW. Wasn’t that just a huge joke?
That salesman had the urge to slap himself. ‘I had even told this customer to buy a car from the SGMW showroom next door. I guess I was wrong this time. Someone like him probably can’t even afford an SGMW. In fact, someone like him probably wouldn’t even be able to afford a rubbish truck from SGMW. He’s better off driving an electric scooter. Anyway, it seems like the Larson family’s matrilocal son-in-law really drives an electric scooter.’
Finn Taylor wasn’t fazed by the dozens of eyes on him. He reached into his pocket; then, his entire face flushed red.
This was because he had suddenly remembered something. Earlier on, it had been a little warm at Hunter Sullivan’s house. As such, he had taken off his jacket.
However, he had forgotten to put it back on before leaving.
The most embarrassing thing was that his credit card was in the pocket of that jacket! This meant that he couldn’t even use his card now.
“About that… I forgot to bring my credit card.”
Pfft!
When Finn Taylor reached into his pocket, everyone present wondered if that piece of trash would really present a card to make payment.
However, the result was obvious.
‘He’s just a piece of trash…’
‘He has been putting on an act.’
‘It’s clear that he’s broke.’
‘Forgetting to bring your card? Even a three-year-old wouldn’t believe that excuse. Do you think we’ll believe you?’
Finn Taylor was embarrassed. ‘If I had taken out my card and swiped it, these people might’ve believed that I was indeed here to buy a car. But now, even I feel like I’m a fraud.’
“Why don’t I get someone to bring my card here right now?” Finn Taylor tested the waters, but he was met with sneers.
“Go away. We’re closing for the day.”
Not a single person trusted Finn Taylor.
“Mr. Taylor, you left your jacket behind.” Just then, a man rushed into the BMW showroom. Then, he handed Finn Taylor the jacket he had left in the Sullivan family’s residence.
At that moment, Finn Taylor felt like this man was the kindest man in the world.
He reached into the jacket pocket and handed the manager his credit card.
The manager, as with all the other employees, was already getting ready to leave for the day. He had never expected this to happen.
He stared at Finn Taylor dazedly. ‘Is this really happening? Are you still putting on an act up until now?’
The manager received the card, his face still full of disbelief. Then, he swiped the card.
Everyone’s eyes were glued to the POS machine. They all wanted to know if the transaction would go through.
But at the same time, they couldn’t help but laugh self-deprecatingly. ‘What are we even expecting? The whole of San Francisco knows that this guy is a good-for-nothing matrilocal son-in-law. Do you really think that his transaction will go through?’
‘The answer is obvious.’
‘Why are we still waiting here?’
‘What a joke!”
Beep!
The transaction was a success!
Now that it was obvious that the transaction had gone through, everyone was left dumbfounded. ”That can’t be true. The transaction was a success? How is that even possible?’
‘Everyone knows that Finn Taylor is the most useless and embarrassing piece of trash and has humiliated all men in San Francisco. How could he have paid for this?’
‘1.5 million? That’s a formidable sum. An average person would never even earn so much money in their whole lives. Besides, the Larson family of San Francisco is just a second-tier family. It would probably be difficult for a family like that to fork out 1.5 million dollars in cash. This means that it’s likely that this sum of money isn’t even the Larson family’s.’
At that thought, countless eyes stared at Finn Taylor, their gazes filled with fear. ‘Who is this man? Who is backing him, and what is he hiding?’
“Do you remember what you said earlier?”
‘A man has to keep his word. I could’ve easily gone to another showroom to make my purchase, but the staff in this showroom are such menaces, especially that manager. How could he have said such things?’
‘Fine! Since you want to kneel, I’ll let you kneel.’ Finn Taylor kindly reminded the manager about his promise.
In an instant, that manager’s face turned ghostly pale. This was because he, too, remembered what he had personally said earlier: As long as Finn Taylor could make a successful transaction, he would go down on his knees.
“That… I…” The manager tried to make excuses but was met with Finn Taylor’s piercing gaze.
‘What? Are you trying to deny it? Do you think I’ll let you off?’
The manager glanced at Finn Taylor and felt a murderous gaze on him.
Eventually, it was so intimidating that he gave up.
Thud!
The manager fell on his knees in front of Finn Taylor.
The latter didn’t even spare him a glance as he sneered. “Where’s the key?”
By then, a salesman had already hurried over to Finn Taylor to hand him the key.
As he received it, he casually said, “You’d better not say a word about what happened today; otherwise, I can’t promise you that you’ll stay alive.”
With that, Finn Taylor turned to leave.
But the man who had brought his jacket over stopped him. “Young Master, Ms. Scott is in trouble.”