Grayson left the sales center and thought for a moment: he had already bought a forty-million-dollar villa, so he might as well go buy a car!
Of course, Grayson would never consider an ordinary car. He went straight to the sports car showroom to take a look, and in the end placed an order for a Ferrari SF90 Spider. The sports car center did not have one in stock—it needed to be reserved first, then imported from Italy and transferred into the country.
"Mr. Cole, importing this car into the country will take about one to two months. Mr. Cole, would you be able to wait patiently? As soon as the car arrives, we will notify you at the earliest opportunity."
The Ferrari salesperson looked respectfully at the shabby-looking youth standing before him, and then instinctively touched the cheek that had just been "slapped so painfully." Guilt and panic welled up in his heart—feelings more intense than either Emily's or the female villa sales agent's earlier remorse.
"Whatever."
Grayson waved his hand and left.
One or two months for delivery? Even better. For now, he wasn't in the mood to suddenly drive around in a flashy sports car.
After taking care of that, Grayson thought of Jasmine. It was time to give that girl a call. Thinking of Jasmine living in a villa while he drove a luxury sports car to take her for a spin around campus—hopefully even running into Kayla and her gang—just picturing it made him excited.
But just as he pulled out his phone, a call came in.
"Young Master Grayson, where are you?"
It was Victoria—that woman with an explosively hot figure.
Half an hour later, a white Mercedes G500 pulled up in front of Grayson.
"Young Master Grayson, please get in the car!"
Victoria opened the door for Grayson and smiled at him. Today, she was wearing a black, tight-fitting short-sleeve shirt. The thin fabric perfectly outlined her upper body, and her ample assets were particularly eye-catching. Because she leaned her body sideways to push open the passenger door, her cleavage was even more exposed.
Grayson's face flushes slightly as he got into the car.
There was a scent in the interior. Not the soft fragrance of a cute girl, but a fervent, burning sort of aroma.
"Where are we going?"
On the phone, Victoria had only asked where Grayson was, then immediately drove over.
"Young Master Grayson, I'm taking you to see something." Victoria started the engine.
Grayson didn't ask any more questions. Sitting next to Victoria, he felt inexplicably awkward. It was the feeling a pubescent boy might get upon encountering a streetwise, hot-bodied woman. His male instincts filled him with some bashful, vague fantasies. Yet in reality, he felt he could never handle a woman like her.
Just then, someone suddenly jaywalked in front of them. Victoria slammed on the brakes. Her chest was instantly squeezed tightly by the seatbelt, and Grayson glanced over instinctively, seeing that the dazzlingly white curves of her bust were being deformed by the belt. In his mind, he couldn't help but imagine that the seatbelt was like a pair of large hands… That thought sent hot blood surging through Grayson, and he felt a reaction in his lower body.
"Young Master Grayson, next time remember to wear looser pants, or else it will be uncomfortable…"
Victoria was looking at Grayson, a teasing smile in her eyes.
Perhaps Grayson was allergic to Victoria's fragrance or to the scent in the car, because he suddenly felt a sneeze coming. He saw a storage compartment and thought there should be tissues inside. Reaching in, he felt around but didn't find any tissues. Instead, he grabbed a different item. Purple, with thin straps, and an irresistibly enticing bow on it…
"What is this?"
Grayson didn't understand what it was for a moment, but by then he had already sneezed. Not thinking further, he grabbed it and used it to wipe his nose.
"Sorry for dirtying your thing. I'll buy you a new one."
Grayson, still holding that object, said awkwardly. But it didn't matter what it was—he would just buy another one to compensate Victoria.
"Young Master Grayson, do you really want to buy one for me?"
Victoria's lips curved up slightly, a mischievous smile appearing on her face.
"Is it... expensive?" Grayson didn't initially catch the nuance in Victoria's words.
"Expensive… it's not really that expensive. Besides, for Young Master Grayson, one hundred yuan and one hundred billion yuan are basically the same—both trivial sums in your eyes." Victoria suddenly bit her lip. "But, Young Master Grayson, do you know what this is? It's a pair of *sex panties*…"
Holy shit!
Grayson's hand trembled, almost dropping that purple thing.
This was… underwear? And *sex* underwear? Grayson could not imagine how something like that was worn. But wait—he'd just used Victoria's underwear to wipe his nose?!
"Haha, Young Master Grayson, are you suddenly feeling dirty and disgusted?" Victoria giggled. "Don't worry, these panties are brand new. I've never worn them."
Uh, now Grayson somewhat relaxed.
But immediately afterward, another wave of indescribable blocking sensation filled his mind. Victoria—she actually bought sex panties. Why would she purchase such an item? Was it to wear for someone's sake? Definitely not for him—so who was it for? Which lucky bastard would get to see Victoria wearing sex panties?
"Young Master Grayson, why aren't you speaking? Are you suddenly thinking I'm a very promiscuous woman?"
Seeing Grayson go silent after discovering they were sex panties, Victoria's face instead showed a faint, pleased smile as she suddenly spoke.
"Um… not really," Grayson mumbled.
Seeing him like that seemed to please Victoria even more.
"All right, I won't tease you anymore. Actually, I didn't buy these." Victoria explained.
"Huh? You didn't buy them?" Grayson mentally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes, not me. Someone else gave them to me…" Victoria said.
Damn—Grayson couldn't help but feel speechless. Shit, that was even worse! Someone else had bought them for her—wasn't that even more jealousy-inducing? Whoever gave her such a gift must have a far closer relationship with her!
"All right, Young Master Grayson, the person who gave them to me is an old man in his fifties—the president of Silver Ridge Real Estate Group, Buckley Graves. That old geezer is extremely lustful. Because the family in Oregon has some business dealings with Silver Ridge Real Estate, that old man made explicit and implicit advances at me several times, wanting me to sleep with him. Today he gave me a gift; at first, I didn't pay it any mind. When I opened it, it turned out to be this pair of panties, so I tossed it into the storage compartment without much thought."
Seeing Grayson becoming more and more upset, Victoria finally told the truth.
So that was it. Now Grayson truly relaxed.
"Then… I don't need to buy you another pair of those, right?" Grayson asked.
"Not necessarily. If Young Master Grayson gave them to me, I would definitely accept, and I'd even wear them," Victoria said with a smile.
Uh… Grayson didn't know what to say. Fortunately, at that moment, Victoria pulled the car over. They both got out.
In front of them was a very modern complex center. The spacious plaza's crystal chandeliers gleamed brilliantly, and huge billboards stood tall in the air. One by one, giant LED screens broadcasted advertisements and promotions. The plaza was teeming with visitors and luxury cars. This was the city's largest shopping mall—**NovaMart**.
Victoria led Grayson into NovaMart. It was similar to other malls across the country: the first floor sold jewelry and clothing; the second floor sold some high-end brand products; the third floor featured restaurants and a cinema…
Victoria directly took Grayson to the luxury-brands floor on the second level. Then she walked into a store called **"Véra Calisé."**
This was a luxury women's clothing boutique, exquisitely decorated. Under the bright yellow lighting, all the garments looked as if they were delicate glasswork.
Ah—so she had brought him here to accompany her to buy clothes?
"Victoria, you pick whatever you like. I'll pay for it." Grayson was generous. Victoria had done work for his family; it was only right that he treat her on the family's behalf.
Victoria merely smiled and said nothing, then entered the store.
"Victoria—sister!"
Inside the store was only one sales clerk. After all, this was a luxury boutique. Seeing Victoria, she hurriedly greeted her respectfully. Then she noticed Grayson walking in behind and frowned, immediately snapping, "Sir, this is a women's clothing store!"
Her words implied that she looked down on Grayson.
"All right, Madeline, I've told you several times not to judge a customer by appearance." Victoria reprimanded her. "Besides, in the future, the owner of this store will be him."
What?
Both Grayson and the sales clerk—Madeline Harper—were dumbfounded.
"What's wrong, Young Master Grayson?" Victoria asked. "I told you I was going to give you something, right? Yes, I'm giving you this store."
"Victoria, this is too valuable." Grayson hadn't expected that this women's boutique belonged to Victoria, and that she would give it to him.
"Young Master Grayson, please don't refuse. The family will depend on you going forward. Naturally, you must learn to manage business. You can start with this store."
Victoria insisted on giving Grayson the boutique. After repeatedly refusing, Grayson ultimately accepted.
Behind Victoria, Madeline stuck out her tongue, her face flushed red, only daring to glance at Grayson secretly, her heart fluttering.
"Well, Young Master Grayson, I'm heading to Ravenwood soon. Our family wants to expand into the jade business, and I'm going there to inspect it. I'll be leaving for the airport shortly. The car outside—could you help drive it back to the garage of my residential complex? Of course, if you want to drive it around for a few days yourself, that's fine too." Victoria said again.
"All right. I have nothing else to do. I'll take you to the airport."
Grayson, born with the traits of a rich heir, had knack for driving luxury cars. After dropping Victoria off at the airport, Grayson drove the Mercedes G500 back to the city.
By then, it was already around five or six in the afternoon. Grayson was thinking about Jasmine, imagining she probably hadn't eaten yet. He happened to spot an Italian restaurant by the roadside. The décor looked quite upscale. Perfect—he could take away some pasta and pizza to eat with Jasmine for dinner. Thinking this, Grayson got out of the car.
The valet at the entrance saw the G500 and immediately came over respectfully. Even though Grayson was only picking up takeout, the traffic regulations on that road were strict, so he handed over the car keys. The valet drove the Mercedes off to park.
Grayson stood at the restaurant entrance, about to go inside. Suddenly, his foot snagged on something. Looking down, he saw an empty can on the ground. He bent down and picked it up, preparing to throw it into a trash bin.
At that moment, a girl's voice came from behind him:
"Yo, isn't that Grayson?"