The next morning, Vera arrived at Charles' mansion and they both drove to Visiondot Cars Limited to purchase a car. When they arrived at their company, the parking lot was filled with expensive cars. None of the cars parked was worth less than $1 million dollars and Vera was impressed. "Hello," Charles said to the receptionist but she didn't bat an eyelash. He cleared his throat. "I'll like to purchase a car. Who do I speak to about that?" The receptionist slowly lifted her head and pointed to one of the salesmen. "You should talk to him." Charles thanked her and walked up to the salesman. He didn't know that it was the same salesman he spoke to on the phone. "Hello. I'd like to purchase a car and I was asked to speak to you." Charles said to the man. The man looked at him from head to toe before replying. "What kind of car do you want to purchase? I can take you to see some of our cheapest models." He offered with a smirk on his face. He didn't think Charles could even afford the cheapest car. Most of their buyers were very wealthy and famous men. Most of them wore expensive fashion brands like Dior, Versace and many more. But Charles came with a plain t-shirt and old jeans. The salesman thought within himself that Charles just wanted to waste his time. So he decided to show him only their cheapest models. "No," Charles replied. "I'm actually here to purchase your latest model. I saw it on your website and I think it's the best car for me. I spoke to one of the salesmen here yesterday but he didn't offer much help." The salesman choked on Charles's words. "You?!" He asked with disgust written all over his face. "You are the same man that called yesterday and I told you to piss off. What are you doing here? Are you delusional or suffering from a mental problem? You cannot afford our latest model." Vera chipped in to Charles' defense. "How dare you talk to him like that? Do you know who you're talking to?" The salesman laughed. "Shut up, woman. I wasn't talking to you. And besides, who is he? I'm very sure he's not a man worth my time." Charles motioned to Vera to let him handle the situation. "I'll handle it." He said, then turned to the salesman. "Isn't it your job to show me the car I want to purchase?" The salesman hissed loudly. "I only pay attention to men that are worth my time. You're only going to waste my time and stop me from attending to someone important. Anyway, if you want me to show you the car, you must show me a valid I.D that you are eligible to buy a car because you don't look like you can even drive." Charles didn't understand why the salesman was unusually rude and nonchalant. "Is that necessary? I have the money to pay for the car right now." "I don't care if you claim to have all the money in the world." The salesmen fired rudely. "I want to see your ID. You can't just walk in here and demand to see our latest model. Do you know how expensive that car is? No one in this entire city has been able to afford it for weeks now. So if you really want to buy the car, you have to convince me with your ID." "Why are you asking for my ID? You don't ask other buyers for their ID, do you?" Charles asked. "Of course I don't." The salesman replied casually. "And that's because they look rich. They come here wearing clothes worth thousands of dollars. They smell like money and they have companies in this city. Not just any company but successful companies worth millions of dollars. But you on the other hand–" the salesman laughed, then continued. "You look like a beggar from the streets. Your jeans are tattered and I'm not sure any of your clothes cost more than $5. You don't have a company but you plan to buy a car for $10 million dollars. I checked online yesterday and there's no Charles Lincoln in the database. You're nobody in this city. Please leave before I embarrass you further." Charles felt really embarrassed and he was sure Vera felt the same way. As he opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by the arrival of another buyer who came with about three bodyguards. The salesman immediately abandoned Charles to attend to the new buyer. Charles turned to see who the buyer was and why he was receiving a better treatment than him. To his greatest shock, he recognized the buyer as no one else but his step brother, Tyson. Tyson was the legitimate son of his father and the apparent heir to all his riches and companies. Charles immediately recalled how Tyson used to bully him as a child before he was kicked out. Tyson would steal his food and pretend like he didn't do anything. And then Charles would be punished for throwing his food away. He would also break his toys and show them to his father who would punish him severely. "Mr. Tyson, I am so happy to see you again. What car would you like to purchase today?" The salesman said to Tyson while bowing repeatedly. "Should I show you our latest model? Did you like the last car you purchased?" Charles was flabbergasted by the salesman's attitude. The same man that humiliated him was now treating his step-brother like a king. He shook his head and grit his teeth in anger. "I want to purchase your latest model displayed on your website," Tyson announced loudly to everyone, drawing everyone's attention. Some other buyers who were there stared at him with admiration. To them, only the richest man in the city could afford the Ferrari 250 Gt. They wondered how Tyson was able to afford such a car as a young businessman. But the truth was that he didn't have the money to even pay for half the price. He initially wanted to get a Mercedes Benz which cost $2 million dollars but when he saw Charles at the dealership, he decided to show off and intimidate him by buying the latest car model. "Wow." The salesman exclaimed and beamed a smile at Tyson. "That's our best model yet. Do you want to take a look at it before you make the purchase?" Charles cleared his throat. "Excuse me but I demanded to see that same car now and you rudely dismissed me. Why are you offering to sell the car to him when I asked to buy it first?" Charles couldn't hide his anger as he spoke. The salesman tried to reply but Tyson silenced him with his finger. Tyson walked proudly toward Charles with a smug smile on his face. Even after years, he still loved humiliating Charles. He always wanted people to know that he was the better son. "Charles, is that you?" He joked. "I could barely recognize you with all the grease and dirt that covered your face. Wow. You must have endured a lot. How is life treating you after you were kicked away?" "Hello, Tyson." Charles replied calmly. "I didn't think I would run into you here." "Me too," Tyson quickly added. "Apparently this is a car dealership for people with high status in the city. Did you come to look for a job? Or are you here to beg for money?" He pretended like he didn't hear what Charles said to the salesman. Charles smiled. "I'm here to buy a car." Tyson burst into laughter. "You? Buy one of their cars?" He started laughing again. "Are you joking? You can't even afford their cheapest car, you poor bloke." "I'm here for their latest model." Charles responded. "I'm not here to buy their cheapest car so you should mind how you speak to me." "You must have lost your mind." Tyson spat. "Should I remind you of your status in this city? You're an illegitimate son with no honor and money. You were kicked out to the streets with your whore mother. How could they let someone like you inside this prestigious company? You'll only tarnish their reputation." Charles grit his teeth in anger and his jaw twitched. "How dare you bring up my mother?" "What are you going to do about it? Huh?" Tyson challenged him. "Are you going to cry?" "I just want to buy that car and get out of here." Charles replied. "I don't have time to deal with your problems." Tyson pushed him back as he tried to leave. "Where do you think you're going? I'm going to buy that car and I don't want your filthy hands to touch it." "We will see about that," Charles replied, his lips twitching with anger.