After leaving the boutique, William sat quietly in the backseat of the sleek black sedan. His thoughts were focused, the earlier encounter with Ethan and the others already fading into the background. His rise was only just beginning, and he knew that every move he made from here on out had to be strategic. He needed to project power in every aspect of his life, and today, that meant acquiring a car that reflected his newfound status.
Marcus, seated in the driver's seat, glanced at William through the rearview mirror. "The dealership is about ten minutes out. You have anything specific in mind?"
William leaned back in his seat, gazing out at the city as they passed towering skyscrapers and luxury storefronts. "Something that commands respect. Something that makes a statement."
Marcus smirked slightly. "I know just the place."
The car weaved through the city streets until it pulled up in front of an opulent luxury car dealership. Rows of gleaming high-end cars lined the showroom floor, each one more expensive than the last. This was the kind of place that catered to billionaires, where the price tag was never mentioned unless asked.
As William and Marcus stepped out of the car, they were greeted by a polished young salesman. His sharp suit and overly friendly smile indicated he was well-practiced in selling luxury vehicles to the city's elite.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," the salesman said, extending his hand to William. "Welcome to Silverstone Motors. How may I assist you today?"
William gave a small nod of acknowledgment but said nothing. Marcus, standing beside him, took over the conversation.
"We're here for the best car you've got," Marcus said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
The salesman's eyes flickered with interest, but as he looked William up and down, his smile faltered slightly. He was clearly unsure if William was the type of client who could afford the top-tier vehicles on offer. Still, he kept his voice polite, though a hint of skepticism crept in.
"Well, we have a variety of options," the salesman said, gesturing to the gleaming rows of cars. "Perhaps you'd like to start with something a bit more… accessible? Our entry-level vehicles are just under two hundred thousand."
Marcus's eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped to a dangerous tone. "I said the best. No games."
The salesman blinked, taken aback by Marcus's intensity. He quickly cleared his throat, clearly reevaluating the situation. "Of course. Right this way."
He led them to a secluded section of the showroom, where the most exclusive cars were displayed. Each vehicle was a work of art—sleek, powerful, and crafted for those who desired more than just transportation. William's eyes scanned the lineup, and he paused in front of a jet-black sports car. The sleek lines, the growl of the engine that could almost be felt just by looking at it—this was the car.
"This one," William said simply.
The salesman's eyes widened slightly. "Ah, yes. The Veyron 16.4. It's a limited edition model, of course. Very few people in the world have one. The price tag is... significant."
William didn't flinch. "I'll take it."
The salesman blinked, momentarily caught off guard by William's calm certainty. "Y-You'll take it?" he repeated, as if he hadn't heard correctly.
Before the salesman could say anything more, Marcus stepped forward, his voice firm. "You heard him. Get the paperwork."
The salesman nodded quickly, scrambling to grab the necessary documents. He returned moments later, his hands shaking slightly as he handed William the paperwork.
As William signed the papers, the showroom fell silent, the other sales staff discreetly watching from a distance. They had all seen countless wealthy clients walk through those doors, but there was something about this transaction—something about the way William carried himself, with quiet authority—that made the moment feel different.
When the paperwork was finished, the salesman smiled nervously. "We'll have the car delivered to your estate immediately, Mr. Rothschild."
William handed the signed documents back without a word. He turned to Marcus, who gave him a small nod of approval.