"What did you say?" Tyson asked, his face reddened with anger and his lips shaking. "Who do you think you are, Charles? Have you suddenly grown wings?" "Tyson, I don't have any business with you." Charles simply answered. "I'm here to buy a car and I suggest you do the same. I don't have time for this drama because unlike you, I have a lot of things to achieve today." "The bastard son can finally stand up for himself," Tyson spat. "Where did you get the money to buy a car? Did you steal it? Come on Charles, you can stop pretending to everyone. I know you're poor and wretched. There's no need for your fake lifestyle." Tyson glanced at Vera who was standing right beside Charles. He wondered if she was his wife or something. He didn't believe that such a beautiful girl will ever choose to be with Charles who was a nobody. He turned to Vera. "What is this useless man offering you for your time? Tell me and I'll double it. He's not worthy of your beauty and time." Vera shook her head with disgust. "Thank you Mr. Tyson but I'm not interested in your offer. You can go to hell with your money." Vera's words and rejection angered Tyson greatly. "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am in this city? Ask about my father and you'll regret your decision. You'll come back begging, I promise you that." Charles scoffed and immediately came to Vera's defense. "Why are you bragging about your father? Don't you have any accomplishments of your own? Tyson, without your father, you're nothing." Some people who were watching gasped at Charles's words. They couldn't believe that someone like him could ever disrespect Tyson, the son of a famous billionaire. "I'm going to deal with you. When I'm done with you, you're going to beg at my feet. You'll grovel and beg me to forgive you." Tyson warned, his hands clenched beside him. "Where is the manager of this company?" He asked, fuming with rage. "I need to see the manager! Why would he let such a tramp into this place?!" Tyson was yelling at the top of his voice. "Sir, please calm down. We are very sorry." The salesman fell to his knees and began to beg Tyson. "We will get that man out of here immediately." The salesmen called some security personnel and asked them to bundle Charles and Vera away. "Take them away and make sure they don't ever come back here," the salesman ordered. The guards immediately surrounded Charles and Vera in an attempt to kick them out of the company. Tyson watched as Charles was harassed with a big smile on his face. "What sort of disrespect is this?" Charles barked. "Don't you dare touch me." "Take them away and if they resist, beat them up." Tyson added. "Wait!" The manager whose attention was drawn by the commotion stopped the guards. "What is going on here?" The salesman who was previously confident was not shaking at the presence of the manager. He didn't expect the manager to leave his office to handle the situation. He knew the manager was a very decent and respectful man. He didn't tolerate any form of harassment at all. The salesman quickly tried to defend himself. "This man was causing a commotion and I asked the guards to take him away." He lied. "He was disrespecting our top buyer, Mr. Tyson." "There's nothing like a top buyer. Everyone here receives equal treatment." The manager replied. "And what was the cause of the commotion?" Before the salesman could come up with another lie, Charles spoke up. "I came to purchase your latest model but this salesman refused to show it to me. In fact, he disrespected me and asked me to leave." "What?" The manager's eyes widened with shock. "Mr. Kevin, is that what happened?" He asked the salesman who was already shaking by the corner. "Sir–Sir." He stammered. "I can explain." "Then better explain now or you'll have yourself to blame." The salesman swallowed nervously. "This man claimed he wants to buy our latest model but he doesn't own any company in the city. He is not even known in the city as a successful man. But Mr. Tyson is well known and has been purchasing cars from Visiondot for a long time. I decided to sell the car to Mr. Tyson instead." "That's a lie." Charles said and walked up to the manager. He told the manager everything that happened starting from when he called and how rude the salesman was to him. He even mentioned how he insulted him and the way he harassed him in front of everyone. By the time he was done, the salesman was sweating profusely and the manager was enraged. The manager turned to the salesman. "How could you treat one of our buyers like this? Do you understand that you're tarnishing the reputation and image of this company? You're just a common salesman, who gave you the right to judge anybody?" "Sir, please forgive him." The salesmen begged, falling to his knees. "I was only trying to do the best thing for the company." "Why are you still trying to defend yourself?" The manager felt insulted by the salesman's apology. "Go to your desk and pack your things. This is the end of your time in Visiondot." At that moment, the salesman threw himself to the ground and began to cry. Nobody could believe it was the same rude man that was crying and begging like a child. "Please Sir, it will never happen again. Please don't fire me." He cried. "This job is all I have. I don't have any other source of income. Please, I promise to be of my best behavior from now on." But the manager turned a deaf ear to his pleas. "You are wasting my precious time by crying and begging. If you truly loved your job, you shouldn't have harassed one of our buyers. Get up and get your things out of this place. If you resist, I'll ask these guards to throw you out." The salesman grabbed the manager's ankle, still pleading for forgiveness. "I beg you, Sir. Don't do this to me, please." The manager kicked away his legs and he fell to the ground. Before he could stand up, the manager signaled to the guards to come and take him away. They yanked the salesman up from the ground forcefully and hauled him out of the company. "Mr. Charles, I'm deeply sorry for your experience here," the manager said to Charles. "As you can see, I've handled the situation and I promise that nothing like this will ever happen again." Tyson watched with anger in his heart. How could the manager fire the salesman that worshipped him like a god? But he didn't say anything to help him. "Thank you. Can you show me the latest model now? I'll like to see what I'm paying for." Charles said. Tyson chipped in immediately. "I want to get the latest model too and it is only right that you sell it to me. If you don't know me, I'm Tyson Lincoln, the son of Mr. Lincoln. I believe my father and entire family are very famous in this city." The manager sighed. Of course, he knew Tyson and his family. He knew how successful they were in the city but he was also aware of how rude and disrespectful they were. "Since both of you have an interest in buying the car and Mr. Tyson here believes he deserves it, I have a solution." The manager announced. Tyson smiled widely because he thought the manager will simply choose him. The manager continued. "The car will be sold to whoever pays for it first. If you truly want to buy our outstanding model, you should have the money upfront. No deposit, no half payment and no check. It will be strictly sold to whoever has 10 million dollars in their bank account." Tyson's jaw fell open immediately he heard those words. He didn't have 10 million dollars in his account. He only had about 3 million dollars because he never intended to buy the latest model. Tyson didn't have any money of his own instead his father funded his extravagant lifestyle. Hearing those words, he quickly dialed his father's number to ask for the money. "Give me a minute, I want to call my father," he said to the manager. "He'll send the money immediately." He called his father but to his disappointment, his phone was switched off. He tried again but it was still the same thing. "I'll like to pay for the car with my card," Charles announced and Tyson froze in his position. Everyone watching gasped with shock as Charles gave his card to the manager with confidence. "That's not possible." Tyson whispered, in disbelief. "How can Charles, an illegitimate son, have 10 million dollars in his account?"