The extended Bentley was reflecting a dazzling gloss in the sunlight. She shaded her forehead with her hand, wrinkling her brows as she squinted at it.
You could tell it was newly purchased just by looking at the fresh tires on this extended Bentley. It was practically a waste of money!
"Liam Yancey, how many cars do you buy in a year?" she couldn't help turning to ask.
"I didn't count." The man even didn't lift his eyelids and escorted her off the plane.
Upon hearing this, Tara Summer furrowed her brows tighter. Not counting? That meant there are many? Otherwise, why couldn't he remember?!
She looked up at the man's side profile, mumbling silently: He must be rich without a cause! He probably didn't even know his total assets, because there were too many to count!
The Yancey Family, truly as wealthy as a country.
"Young Master!" Henry Taylor was the head of the welcoming party. All of them bowed to Liam Yancey in unison. Their voices resonated in perfect harmony.
