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At that moment Jeremy smirked as he strolled deeper into the showroom, his confidence radiating with every step. He turned back toward the manager, his voice carrying a casual arrogance that drew the attention of everyone nearby.

"Alright," he began, his voice loud enough for the entire floor to hear. "Here's the deal—whoever can find me a car more expensive than the one I drove here will get a million dollars from me."

Upon hearing what Jeremy just said.

The room fell silent for a beat, the staff exchanging wide-eyed glances. Immediately the manager's face lit up with a mix of excitement and nerves as he straightened his tie. The other employees quickly snapped to attention, some rushing to their desks while others dashed toward the inventory to check price tags.

At that moment Jeremy glanced over at Ethan, his smirk widening. "Let's see how motivated they are," he said under his breath, clearly enjoying the spectacle he had created.

However Ethan folded his arms, leaning slightly against a nearby pillar, watching the scene unfold with mild amusement.

As soon as Jeremy made his announcement, the salesgirls exchanged quick, stunned glances before rushing outside.

A cluster of them surrounded the car parked in front of the dealership, their expressions shifting from curiosity to outright disbelief.

"It's a Bugatti Centodieci,"

one of them whispered, her voice barely audible over the murmurs of her colleagues.

"That car costs nine million dollars."

The weight of her words seemed to settle over the group like a heavy blanket. Another salesgirl shook her head in disbelief.

"How are we supposed to find something more expensive than this?"

Despite their initial shock, determination flared among them. Phones were pulled out, frantic calls were made, and whispered conversations with high-end connections began. Some paced nervously while others flipped through catalogs, their faces marked by a mix of desperation and hope.

Jeremy, leaning casually against a sleek display car inside, glanced at his watch.

"Any luck yet?"

he called out to no one in particular, his tone teasing.

Ethan, standing nearby with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow at the chaos but said nothing.

Eventually, the salesgirls trickled back inside, their expressions telling the story before they even spoke.

The manager approached, wringing his hands apologetically.

"Mr. Jeremy, we've done everything we could, but... we don't have anything in stock or even on order that surpasses the value of your car."

Upon hearing what the manager just said.

Jeremy gave a mock sigh, pushing off the car and patting the manager on the shoulder.

"It's alright," he said, smirking as he turned to Ethan.

"Let's go. I don't think anyone here can handle my taste."

Without another word, Jeremy strolled out, Ethan following behind. The staff watched them leave, some still holding their phones as if a miracle might call back at any moment, but none came.

As they walked back to their cars, Ethan glanced at Jeremy, his expression neutral but with a hint of curiosity.

"Is this what you call fun?"

he asked, his tone calm but edged with subtle amusement.

At that moment Jeremy's face lit up with a bright smile, clearly proud of himself.

"Absolutely,"

he replied, his voice full of energy. "Did you see their faces? That was priceless."

At that moment Ethan shook his head slightly, his gaze shifting toward the showroom, where the salesgirls were still lingering. Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Some were seated, clearly exhausted, while others were on their phones, likely still searching for a miracle. Their determination had carried them late into the evening, but the futility of their efforts was clear.

A twinge of sympathy flickered through Ethan's thoughts.

Without being told he could tell they gave it everything they had, even though it was impossible, he thought. He could still see their initial shock when they'd realized what they were up against, but they had kept trying.

However Jeremy was still grinning, completely unaware of Ethan's shift in mood. Ethan didn't say anything, but he made a quiet decision. 'Maybe I'll come back another day and reward them for their effort.'

Without another word, Ethan slipped into his car, his mind already planning his next move as the night settled around them.

They pulled up to an upscale restaurant, its grand façade glowing warmly under the night sky.

Jeremy led the way inside with his usual confident stride, and they were quickly escorted to a private room.

The space was lavishly decorated, the kind of exclusivity that only the wealthy could afford.

"This is my last bit of fun for you, Ethan,"

Jeremy said with a grin as they settled into the plush chairs.

"Let's make it count."

Ethan gave a faint nod, not entirely sure what Jeremy had in mind but ready to go along with it.

At that moment a menu was placed before them, and Jeremy immediately zeroed in on the most extravagant dishes, ordering without hesitation.

"We'll have the chef's special, and bring out your finest wine,"

he told the waiter.

Within minutes, a personal waiter was assigned to their table, standing attentively by their side. The food arrived shortly after, plated like works of art, the aroma filling the room.

At that moment Jeremy leaned back in his chair, smirking as he glanced at the waiter.

"Why don't you join us?" he said suddenly, his voice light and teasing.

Upon hearing what Jeremy just said.

The waiter hesitated, looking unsure. "Sir, I—I'm not supposed to—"

Jeremy waved his hand dismissively.

"Come on, one bite won't hurt. You've probably served this a hundred times without tasting it. Here's your chance."

He pointed at the dish.

Reluctantly, the waiter sat down and took a small bite from one of the dishes, her nervousness evident. Jeremy grinned, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

The moment she swallowed, Jeremy leaned forward, his grin turning mischievous.

"Perfect. Since you've had a taste, we'll split the bill three ways."

immediately the waiter froze, her face a mix of confusion and panic. Ethan, watching the scene unfold, pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head slightly as Jeremy burst into laughter.

'This guy really knows how to push boundaries.'

Ethan thought, leaning back in his chair as the waiter fumbled for words.