God Of War Returns as a Daddy

Chapter 73 Reid! The Whereabouts Of Phyllis

Chapter 73 Reid! The whereabouts of Phyllis

Trap or no trap, Sean had to go for Phyllis. He was going to fight fire with water. Just three families in south town, and he hadn't paid any attention to them.

So, he didn't even bother to ask if that punk was cheating on him.

Whatever!

Whatever you were up to, I would blow it out!

Strength was the absolute truth!

Sean walked up to Mulsanne, opened the door, got in the car, and drove off.

At the same time, Ms. Lee, and the saleswomen in Bentley 4S store saw Sean leave. They stared at the back of Mulsanne and were disappointed.

"And… that's it?"

One of the saleswomen looked at the time and said gloomily, "the Bentley Flying Spur just wiggled a little bit and Mr. Mason got out of the car in just ten minutes. That's not a lot of time, is it?"

"Yeah."

Another saleswoman chimed in, "My ex-boyfriend is as thin as a monkey, and he could fight in bed for half an hour. Mr. Mason looks so strong. I can't believe he's so bad at that!"

Apparently, they thought Sean and Cornelia had just made out on the Bentley Flying Spur. But it lasted far less than they expected!

Shorter than expected!

Sean's body was so tough that they thought he would be really good at sex. As a result, they waited a long time, and never expected that they would end up so quickly.

Well, that was quite disappointing!

Suddenly, Sean's radiant image in their eyes seemed to fade a lot.

"Shut up!"

Ms. Lee was still in a bad mood over the $490, 000 price difference on her Bentley Flying Spur. Then she glared at the saleswomen and scolded them. "Keep your mouth shut and don't talk nonsense in front of the client. If something like this happens again, the company will split the money between you, and deduct it from your paychecks!"

"Get to your job!"

Her words immediately frighten the female sales.

The company wouldn't be losing money if they weren't in cahoots with Mamie, sucking up the rich and disliking the poor, and having such a poor eye for judging people and neglected Sean yesterday afternoon and offended Cornelia today!

When Sean bought that Mulsanne yesterday, he didn't lower the price, and the company made a lot of money. But a Bentley Flying Spur had cost the company everything they made yesterday.

By selling two luxury cars, they'd wasted all their time!

How could Ms. Lee not be angry?

They turned around and were about to disperse when there was a sudden sound of brakes, followed by Sean's voice, "Wait!"

Suddenly, everyone was startled.

Damn, Mr. Mason didn't hear what they just said, did he?

"Mr. Mason, what's up?"

Ms. Lee looked back at Sean in Mulsanne's driver's seat. Her forehead was sweating, and she looked embarrassed. She was so nervous that she tried to strangle the saleswomen!

Couldn't they do anything right?

The saleswomen looked at each other in silence.

Sean asked, "Mulsanne, do you have any more in your store?"

"What?"

Ms. Lee was stunned, "What… what do you mean?"

Sean didn't come back for trouble. Ms. Lee and the saleswomen were secretly relieved.

Sean said casually, "if you do, I'll buy another one."

"What?"

Ms. Lee froze again, completely frozen.

Again?

"Holy shit, Mr. Mason, are you sure you're not kidding me? You just bought a $6. 2 million Mulsanne Bentley yesterday, and a $2. 4 million Bentley Flying Spur today. Ten minutes later, you're going to buy another Mulsanne…"

"Are you really buying a car, not groceries?"

"Do you have another one or not?"

Sean said impatiently, "I'm in a hurry."

In a hurry… Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

They were under the impression that Sean was always in a hurry. Therefore, every time he bought a car, he paid for it very quickly. He didn't bother to say anything or ask anything. He just paid by card.

"Yes, yes…"

Ms. Lee, recovering from her shock, swallowed quietly, wiped the sweat from her brow, and nodded, "There's another one, but it's gray. We don't have jewel-black ones like yours for the time being."

"That's ok!"

Sean took out the Supreme Black Card and handed it over, saying, "By card. Be quick!"

Ms. Lee said hesitantly, "And the price…"

"At the market price."

"Okay!"

Ms. Lee was overjoyed and quickly took the Supreme Black Card. She was worried Sean was going to undercut the price like he had for the Bentley Flying Spur.

Now, the company would make a fortune again!

Ms. Lee's initial gloom evaporated and she asked with a smile, "Mr. Mason, are you going to use your ID card to purchase the car, or?"

"No."

Sean shook his head and asked, "Do you know the location of the Moore Group?"

"The Moore Group of the Moore family?"

Ms. Lee thought for a moment and nodded "Yes, I know."

Sean said, "You need to take the car directly to the gate of the Moore Group. Go to Cecilia Moore, the current president of the Moore Group, and purchase the car with her ID card."

Cecilia, Cecilia…

Sounded like a woman's name.

Ms. Lee said hesitantly, "Well, Mr. Mason, if you are not present at the car purchase, we need to confirm your relationship with Miss Moore in advance. Otherwise, in case Miss Moore refuses to sign, we may not be able to handle it."

"She is my wife." Sean said truthfully.

Wife?

A short sentence, like a thunderbolt from the sky, severely split Ms. Lee's and these saleswomen's head, leaving them dumbstruck.

What?!

They were dumbstruck!

The way they looked at Sean became incredibly complicated, thinking, "You just spent $2. 4 million on a Bentley Flying Spur and hit on with Cornelia. You even made out with her in the car!"

"And now you're telling me you have a fucking wife?"

"And she's the president of the Moore Group?"

He had a wife at home and a mistress outside. The world of the rich was indeed different from ours!

"Is there a problem?"

Sean was frowning a little. There was something strange about the way the women were looking at him.

"No, no problem." Said Ms. Lee quickly.

"Then go and swipe the card."

"Okay, I'm going…"

Ms. Lee turned quickly and went to the counter…

…

At that time.

In Elegant Villa, the private villa of Luis Sanchez.

Phyllis was kidnapped from kindergarten by that young man and brought here directly. Now, in a dark room in the villa, Luis Sanchez stood reverently beside a sofa, and he looked very solemn.

His humble solemnness was like that of an ordinary squire!

He was the son of the richest man in Hilshire!

Now, he could only stand!

On the sofa sat a man dressed entirely in black, black boots, black trousers, black clothes, and, even in the room, he wore a black hat!