"A misunderstanding?" the owner repeated with an icy chuckle, dripping with disbelief.
"So, I must be hearing things now? You told a custor this car is not for sale, but it’s sitting on my VIP showroom floor. Do I need my ears checked, or are you just that stupid?"
At that mont Harrington’s breath hitched as the voice on the other end of the line roared through the phone.
"If you know what’s good for you, sell that Lamborghini to the rightful buyer imdiately!"
The anger in his boss’s tone sent a sharp chill down his spine.
"And listen carefully—if you don’t want to be sacked on the spot, you will apologize sincerely. If not, consider yourself jobless!"
Without waiting for a response the call ended abruptly.
A suffocating silence followed, but the weight of the words crashed down on him instantly.
For a brief mont, he just stood there, his face paling, his hands trembling.
Then—panic.
Without wasting another second, he spun around and bolted toward Raymond and Valentina.
Maria, Chloe, and Liam watched the manager rush back toward Raymond and Valentina, their expressions smug.
They thought he had finally co to his senses—realizing his mistake and ready to put Raymond and Valentina in their place.
Perhaps arrest them.
But then... sothing none of them expected happened.
The mont the manager reached Valentina, he stopped abruptly... and bowed his head.
Deeply.
His voice ca out almost breathless. "I sincerely apologize for what I said earlier."
His hands clenched at his sides, his posture stiff with even more desperation. "I... I don’t know what ca over ."
His head remained lowered, his tone laced with urgency. "I was completely out of line."
Imdiately he turned swiftly to Raymond, bowing again.
"Sir, please accept my apology as well. I spoke recklessly. I... I truly had no idea who I was dealing with."
At that mont the shift in deanor was drastic.
Gone was the arrogance. Gone was the superiority.
All that remained was pure desperation.
He couldn’t afford to lose his job—not like this, not over a single mistake.
Again his words tumbled out quickly, one after the other, a desperate attempt to undo the damage.
"I thought you wouldn’t be able to afford the car back. I thought I was handling the situation correctly, but I was wrong. Completely wrong."
He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Please... forgive my stupidity."
Then Silence followed.
For a brief mont, nobody moved.
Then, the shock set in.
Valentina’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly, but no words ca out.
Chloe stiffened, her head jerking toward Maria, her expression frozen in disbelief.
Liam—who had been leaning back with a smirk—suddenly sat up straight, his confidence draining in an instant.
The air grew thick with more tension, none of them could believe what they were witnessing.
Maria, Chloe, and Liam sat frozen, their minds struggling to grasp what was happening.
They didn’t understand.
They couldn’t understand.
How could the sa manager who had been acting high and mighty just monts ago be bowing his head in front of Raymond and Valentina?
He wasn’t just apologizing—he was begging.
What happened? then their gazes flickered toward Raymond. What did he do?
They had seen it.
He didn’t make a call. He didn’t argue.
He only tapped a few things on his phone, and then—this.
The manager returned looking like a man whose life was on the line.
At that mont Maria swallowed, gripping the edge of her chair. Was the ssage Raymond sent delivered instantly reaction like this?
How?
Chloe shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting between Raymond and the manager. What kind of power did this man have?
At that mont in ti Liam’s smirk was completely gone.
And yet, the manager hadn’t stopped.
He kept his head low, his voice filled with raw desperation.
"Please, sir... please, ma’am... I was completely out of line. It won’t happen again. I— I sincerely apologize."
His breathing was unsteady, his entire deanor was shattered.
Then, without waiting for a response, he spun toward the sales attendants.
"Get the docunts ready!" His voice cracked with urgency. "Right now! Prepare everything imdiately!"
His hands trembled as he pointed toward the office.
"The Lamborghini has been sold to Mr. Raymond! Do it now!"
Hearing what Harrington just said the attendants hesitated for half a second, their faces pale, their hands shaking—
Then they scrambled, rushing to prepare the paperwork.
Maria, Chloe, and Liam were completely lost.
Their eyes darted between each other, confusion spreading like wildfire.
"What is going on?" Maria muttered under her breath.
Chloe’s brows furrowed deeply. "Why would the manager sell the car to Valentina?"
Her voice was sharp, her frustration rising.
Liam scoffed, shaking his head. "Does he not understand what’s happening here?"
"Does he not see the ga we’re playing?" Maria added, her disbelief evident.
They exchanged glances, still trying to piece it together.
Because nothing made sense.
Valentina? Raymond? doesn’t look like people who could afford a car like that?
This had to be a mistake.
Liam’s lips pressed into a thin line. "There’s no way. Sothing’s wrong."
But the manager didn’t respond.
He didn’t even acknowledge them.
He simply stood there, his focus completely elsewhere.
Because deep down, he knew.
If they had even the slightest clue of what had happened just minutes ago, they wouldn’t be standing here—ranting, talking nonsense, trying to belittle Raymond and Valentina like fools.
They wouldn’t dare.
But they didn’t know.
So they kept running their mouths, still believing they had control over the situation.
He ignored them.
His only priority now was apologizing to Raymond and Valentina Sincerely so he would save his head.
His voice was quiet but filled with regret. "Sir, ma’am, I deeply apologize for everything I said earlier. Please... I was wrong."
His head lowered once more, his words spoken with absolute sincerity.
anwhile, Liam’s gaze slowly shifted, his focus narrowing.
His eyes locked onto Raymond.
However he didn’t say a word. Not a single word.
But deep down, his blood boiled.
Then his hands clenched into tight fists inside his pocket, his jaw locking as he fought to keep his emotions in check.
Rage.
A deep, burning anger spread through his chest.
Because Raymond had won today.
He had defeated him.
And Liam hated it.
His gaze flickered toward Harrington—his so-called friend.
didn’t even glance at him.
Harrington wouldn’t even look his way.
Wouldn’t even acknowledge him.
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