Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

CHAPTER 155 Seeing the black sports car, Artur stood up from his seat. “Bugatti la voiture noire?” It was the car he tried so much to buy but failed to. Who the hell was in the driving seat? He very much wanted to see the person as soon as possible, so he started walking before he knew it.

“Bugatti la voiture noire?” the auctioneer’s jaw hung open. “Aren’t there only ten of those in existence? It's a car that even billionaires can’t get their hands on. Just who could be riding that thing?” David Bonsbell frowned from hearing the auctioneer’s words because he was also one of those who had tried his best to buy this car as a birthday gift for his son, but he didn’t succeed.

“That's not bugatti la voiture noire,” Brandon said, making sheads turn toward him.” That thing is even more special and rare. It is the prototype made before the final version got released. It’s the one and only car in existence, bugatti la voiture noire zero.” “Zero?” David didn’t believe it. “How the hell do you know that?” “That's because that car belongs to my dad,” replied Brandon, with a hint of arrogance in his tone.

“WHAT?” David was shocked. “Bullshit,” Arlo snorted. “That car looks a little different from the model we know of, but to say that it's the predecessor of the finest bugatti model there is... Do you take us for such ignorant fools?” The car's door opened, and an old man in simple white clothes stepped out. There was nothing special about his appearance other than he looked simple, neat, and clean.

“Pfft,” Arlo burst out into laughter. A few more men joined him. “It’s just a middle-class gaffer.” Compared to their distinguished appearances, the old man stood no chance in their eyes.

Brandon, however, ignored their cackling.

The old man in white took a look around the villa once before walking to the auction site and showed the auction ticket he had bought online.

“Wow, so we have a late entry now,” the auctioneer seemed happier than Jacob. “Sir, the highest bid currently stands at 360 million. Do you want to raise it?” The old man went and sat in the seat where Artur was seated before.

“Excuse me, sir. Do you want to raise the bid?” the auctioneer patiently asked again. “Please say yes or no.” “My lucky number is 1, so my bid will be 361 million.” “370 million,” Laurel didn’t even give tfor the auctioneer to utter the new bid amount, but he didn’t mind that at all.

“371,” said the old man in white.

Laurel glanced at Brandon and wondered why he stopped bidding. She didn’t know the real value of this villa, but as long as Brandon was in the race, she didn’t mind spending a few more million on the villa. However, now, she had to think ten times before bidding again, After much hesitation, she raised the bid to 375.

The old man raised it to 376.

They kept bidding again and again until Laurel reached 400.

“4017?” the auctioneer expectantly looked at the old man who nodded in agreement.” Wonderful! At 401 million.

First. Second. Third... Final Call...” his eyes scanned all around, especially at the potential buyers, but after seeing Laurel stand and walk away, the auctioneer said. “Over, and sold at 401 million to...” he looked at the old man who stood and simply said his name: Ryan.

“Just Ryan?” asked the auctioneer, to which a smile cas a reply. He didn’t poke further.” The Sterling villa goes to Ryan for 401 million dollars.” A section of the crowd started clapping.

Jacob went rushing to him, smiling and showing half his teeth. “Thank you, Mr. Ryan.” If the villa had gone to David or Langdon, he wouldn't have been able to show his face around them in the future.

“You must be Jacob.” “Yes, I'm Jacob Sterling.” “What made you sell such a beautiful villa?” he inquired.

Jacob lowered his head for a second. “Debts.” One of his best friends, Mike, almost turned into an enemy, and there were also those who threatened to kill him. All the stress forced him to sell the villa so he could settle the debts and get his movie released. “Even my close friends aren't willing to wait until my movies get released. My family members also...” he looked visibly frustrated.

“Money can comfortably harden hearts if we let it,” Ryan patted Jacob’s shoulder lightly.” That's just how easily influenced most of the people are, unfortunately.” Those words rang true in Jacob’s heart. He brought the villa’s documents and wanted the transfer to happen as fast as possible.

Ryan transferred only half the amount before finishing the signing process. Jacob’s sons signed as the witnesses with the auctioneer also signing in addition. The auctioneer would receive 3 percent commission, so he was happy, too.

If nobody filed a case in the court against Jacob's villa in the next three months, Ryan would transfer the rest of the money.

Everyone who attended was being given drinks by maid Kathy who made it seem like she spent her own money for these drinks when she actually brought them from the storage room. Her intentions were clear to Elizabeth.

Kathy wanted to shift to a new rich home.

Arlo gladly took the drink and winked at Kathy to which she blushed.

Artur politely refused to drink He just wasn’t in the mood. His eyes were still fixed on Ryan. He glanced at Luther.

“I want everything about this old dude.” “Sure, sir.” Kathy took the drinks to Ryan at last, and she earnestly seduced him, exposing her cleavage a little too much to the point her nipples would slip out if she were to squeeze her arms inward anymore. Ryan was not stupid. He understood what she was after, but he calmly took the drink and said, “I'm not what I'm not.” He didn’t need to say further, and Kathy's pride was hurt by his words. How could her mature charm not work on this geezer? She didn’t waste her tfor him anymore and instead focused on men like Brandon, David, and Langdon. Langdon and David liked her openness, but Brandon ignored her and walked over to Ryan and introduced himself. “Can | ask you how you know my dad?” his dad never gave that car to him or to anyone else for that matter, so how could he give it to this strange old man. Just who was he? Brandon so badly wanted to know. Ryan sipped on the orange juice and smiled before saying, “No, you can’t.” Brandon's face lost color. He let out an embarrassing smile and walked away without saying another word. (Fucking prick.) Ryan’s gaze shifted toward the villa. “I ended up buying this little prison.”