The ten checks, each for one million, left Ms. Giles and her companions dumbfounded.
They had seen extravagant spending before, especially at car shows where people drove off with multi-million dollar vehicles. However, witnessing Darnell and Garrett drop ten million to acquire eleven cars at this dealership was simply unbelievable.
Ms. Giles instinctively exclaimed, “These checks have to be fake!”
Darnell didn’t confirm or deny her claim. He simply nonchalantly pocketed the scattered change. Without needing any defense from Garrett, the store manager rushed out to verify the ten checks.
Under the anxious gaze of Ms. Giles and other sales staff, the manager bowed deeply to Darnell.
“Mr. Halford, I’m sorry. We currently do not have the eleven vehicles you requested, but we will gather them in three days.”
“Mr. Halford, please follow me to the VIP room. I will assign our most experienced staff to handle all the paperwork for you.”
“If you have any concerns about the vehicles, you can test drive this BMW X5 at any time.”
The seasoned manager was respectful and courteous, his demeanor exuding a level of deference that suggested Darnell was a client of immense economic power-someone who viewed a ten-million-dollar car purchase as casually as buying groceries. It was clear his financial capability exceeded hundreds of millions.
Perhaps these eleven cars were just the beginning. With excellent service, there would surely be more opportunities for business in the future.
After the manager’s words fell, disappointment washed over Ms. Giles and her companions, mixed with feelings of frustration and regret.
Their disappointment stemmed from the realization that the check was genuine, turning their earlier laughter into a joke at their own expense.
The pain and regret came from the knowledge that this deal should have been hers. Unfortunately, her moment of arrogance had cost her the opportunity, allowing the once-ugly duckling, Sophia, to become a beautiful swan and robbing her of a substantial commission.
“No need to send anyone else.”
Darnell ignored the regret flickering in Ms. Giles’s eyes and pointed casually at Sophia. “I only want her to take charge. Whether it’s these eleven BMWs or any larger collaborations in the future, I will only communicate with this young lady, Sophia.”
He then turned to Garrett. “Garrett, you’ll handle this business.”
“Give Sophia and the manager a business card for easier communication.”
Garrett nodded repeatedly. “Understood, boss.”
He pulled out a card he had printed just a few days ago and handed one to the manager and Sophia, who quickly returned one of their own.
The manager bowed again without hesitation. “Mr. Halford, rest assured, I will give Sophia the highest level of authorization to ensure smooth coordination with you.”
He glanced at Garrett’s business card, noting the title-Supervisor of Darnell’s Elite Force and Deputy Chief of Public Security in Woodsea.
Darnell’s Elite Force-while the manager didn’t know what that exactly meant, the title of Deputy Chief of Public Security in Woodsea made his heart race.
Ms. Giles also caught a glimpse of the card and stiffened slightly. Woodsea? Wasn’t that the place rumored to have an average household net worth of two hundred million?
No wonder Darnell was so generous. This only fueled her anger at missing out on the opportunity. If they had a long-term partnership, wouldn’t hundreds of millions in revenue be a walk in the park?
Before she could wallow in regret, the roar of engines filled the air as a Lamborghini worth over seven million dollars pulled up to the entrance. A staff member emerged, handing the keys to Darnell with a polite demeanor.
“Mr. Halford, the car has been serviced, and I’ve brought it over for you.”
Ms. Giles and the other sales staff stared at the gleaming, streamlined Lamborghini, their breaths quickening as their pain reached its peak.
Damn it! They had missed out on a gold mine.
“Thank you.”
Darnell took the keys, downed his coffee in one gulp, and said, “Garrett, handle the paperwork. I’ve got something to attend to.”
Garrett nodded again. “Yes, boss.”
Suddenly, a van roared up outside. The door flew open, and a dozen thugs clad in black poured out, axes in hand, charging into the dealership.
The lead thug, a buzz-cut young man, shouted, “Hurry, smash this place up! Let the Apex go home crying!”
These thugs moved quickly and skillfully, rushing forward to smash the glass doors with a series of loud thuds. With a loud crash, the glass shattered, raining down onto the floor.
The sight was dazzlingly chaotic, causing Ms. Giles and the customers to scream in terror, while several cars at the front were also vandalized.
Three security guards rushed forward, but before they could say a word, they were knocked down, beaten to a bloody pulp.
The buzz-cut thug continued shouting, “Forty seconds left! Smash as much as you can!”
Darnell quickly assessed the situation-these were the Axe’s men, causing trouble in the Apex’s territory.
Seeing the doors being wrecked and the cars being defaced, the manager yelled in a panic, “What are you doing-”
“Shut your mouth!”
One of the thugs swung his axe menacingly, intimidating the manager and the sales staff. Ms. Giles and her companions recoiled in fear, and Sophia instinctively tried to escape but tripped in her heels, falling to the ground.
Just as the thug was about to stomp on her, a massive figure stepped in front of her.
“Stop!”
Before the thug could touch Sophia, Garrett collided with him, delivering a powerful blow to his chest.
With a loud crack, the thug was sent flying ten meters away, crashing into the remnants of the shattered glass and screaming in agony.
Blood poured from his mouth and nose as he fainted on the ground.
Garrett stood protectively in front of Sophia, radiating an aura of strength. The timid demeanor he had earlier transformed into the sharpness of a drawn sword, exuding a formidable presence.
He helped Sophia up and softly asked, “Are you okay?”
Sophia shook her head, her cheeks flushed. “I’m fine.”
Garrett moved Sophia behind him and turned his gaze toward the injured thugs from the Axe, anger blazing in his eyes.
“Bullying women? What kind of cowardice is that?”
Seeing Garrett’s arrogance and the fact that he had injured one of their own, the buzz-cut thug was furious. Ignoring the countdown, he swung his axe and shouted, “Get him!”
With a roar, the gang charged at Garrett, swinging axes, pipes, and knives, a chaotic display of weaponry.
The next moment, Ms. Giles and the buzz-cut thug both sensed a primal intensity emanating from Garrett. His expression turned icy, his eyes narrowing to slits.
A savage energy enveloped him, and his broad physique amplified his menacing aura.
As the group surged forward, Garrett shed his usual affability. He wore a fierce expression as he moved with an agility that belied his size, unlike the typical tough guy who stomped around.
In the blink of an eye, he darted behind one thug, striking with lightning speed and sending the thug crashing into the wall.
Blood sprayed from the thug’s mouth as he fell unconscious.
Next came the second, then the third.
Garrett fought ferociously, his movements fluid and decisive. Each strike was like an earthquake, his hands delivering punishing blows that left no room for hesitation.
The thugs charging at him were effortlessly dispatched, each one sent crashing against the walls or floor, suffering broken ribs or shattered limbs.
Garrett remained unscathed throughout the fray. After taking down more than ten thugs, he merely coughed a couple of times and rolled his neck.
“You-”
The once-confident group of tough guys found themselves defeated in under five minutes, sprawled against the walls, blood pouring from their faces as they lost all fighting capability.
The manager and the other staff stood wide-eyed, realizing why he was the Deputy Chief of Public Security in Woodsea. His combat skills were astonishing.
They glanced at the few security guards from the Apex and then back at Garrett, who resembled a fierce warrior, marveling at the stark contrast in their abilities.
If it weren’t for their fear of the Apex’s power, the manager might have rushed forward, demanding Darnell send a few men to work as security.
“Bang!”
After Garrett sent the buzz-cut thug flying over ten meters away, the skirmish came to a sudden halt.