The entire company almost unanimously believed that Michael had gone mad.
But he remained unmoved, his face serious as he said, "I've calculated the company's value: twenty million dollars."
Eleanor Vance smirked arrogantly, her tone mocking. "One hundred million."
With a sarcastic laugh, she continued, "If you're buying, it's one hundred million. Twenty million is the value of the company, and the other eighty million is for your attitude."
As soon as Eleanor finished speaking, the laughter in the room grew even louder.
Michael, however, looked at her with indifference and said, "You'll come to me later, wanting me to buy your company."
With that, he grabbed his bag and walked out. Eleanor Vance coldly watched him leave, not taking his last words seriously. She dismissed them as nothing more than the nonsense of a clown.
The rest of the office shared in the mockery.
Only Anya furrowed her brow, deep concern on her face as she watched Michael walk away. Her slender fingers involuntarily tightened.
After leaving the company, Michael approached an ATM and checked his account. The Cahill Family's money had arrived, and his account balance had grown by one hundred million dollars!
"Good. They've sent the money!" He squinted his eyes and let out a long breath, a surge of exhilaration and wild joy rising within him. He had never seen so much money in his life. It was something he never even dared to dream of before.
Just a few days ago, he had been terminally ill, destitute, and seemingly abandoned by the world. And now, just days later, his account held a cold one hundred million dollars. He felt more powerful than ever before.
Standing at the ATM, Michael laughed—his laugh was almost manic. He was no longer the humble, insignificant man he once was!
After a long while, he composed himself and clenched his bank card in his hand.
He had made up his mind: his next step would be to buy a nice car.
Two Hours Later, at the Luxury Car Dealership.
Michael arrived at the dealership, and there, resting at his feet, was an obsidian black Lamborghini Aventador. It roared to life, its engine growling like a symphony of aggression. This car, a symbol of power and refined taste, was now his new ride. Its low body hugged the road like a predatory beast on the prowl.
Michael had spotted it among the other luxury vehicles and immediately chosen this one. He admired the car's sleek, aerodynamic design, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"This is the one I want." he said, his hand sweeping through the air. Under the bright gaze of the stylish saleswoman, Michael paid in ful. The saleswoman beamed with joy, her smile as bright as a flower.
At that moment, not far from the dealership, Louise and her boyfriend Bill were walking toward Michael. Standing next to them was another man, whose face Michael recognized—it was Chad.
Chad wasn't particularly close to Louise, but he and Bill had been good friends for years. Now, he walked beside them as Bill and Louise chatted away.
"Sweetheart, you've been saying for so long. When are you finally going to buy me a car? I don't ask for much, really. We've looked at that red Ferrari a few times already." Louise said, her voice soft as she leaned affectionately against Bill's shoulder.
Today, she wasn't wearing her nurse uniform but instead wore a tight red dress that clung to her curves, accentuating her ample cleavage and long, slender legs. It was a look designed to tempt and captivate.
She wanted Bill to buy her a car.
Bill, dressed in expensive clothes with a pair of designer sunglasses, carried an air of cold detachment, looking every bit the part of an heir to a vast fortune. No matter how you looked at him, he seemed like a privileged heir of an immense family fortune.
What Louise didn't know, however, was that Bill was merely a rich second-generation. He wasn't wealthy enough to afford a Ferrari. He meticulously dressed to impress, but his wealth was only skin-deep. The luxurious sports car key hanging from his waist wasn't for a car he owned, but one he rented for appearances, just to impress women.
On the surface, Bill pretended to indulge her. "Alright, darling. Don't worry. I'm taking you to look at cars, aren't I?"
He acted lovingly. But inwardly, he couldn't suppress his frustration. Damn, these women are getting harder to satisfy.
Chad, walking beside them, understood his friend's unspoken thoughts. So he kept quiet.
As the three of them got closer to the dealership, they spotted Michael and watched as he climbed into the sleek Lamborghini.
In an instant, all three of them were stunned, rooted to the spot in disbelief.
Louise and Bill were full of disbelief. Louise couldn't hide her shock. "Isn't that the poor guy we saw at the hospital last night? How... how did he afford a luxury car?"
Bill replied, "Wasn't he supposed to be dying? He probably doesn't have much time left. So he rented a car to show off."
Chad, who looked unusually awkward, was so stunned by this information that he jumped up. "What? He has a terminal illness? This guy is my coworker! He got fired by the boss last night. And just now at the office, this idiot said he was going to buy the company!"
Bill shot Chad a glance, his expression shifting to one of realization, and he chuckled. "Really? Looks like he's truly lost it."
Chad stroked his chin and sneered. "Terminal illness, huh? Now I get what this guy's been up to. He's just a poor fool."
A pitiful guy who, after facing one blow after another, had a mental breakdown. This kind of thing was hard not to enjoy, right? The three of them exchanged smiles full of malice.
Meanwhile, Michael had already gotten into the Lamborghini. The car's interior blended luxurious leather with brushed aluminum, exuding an air of distinction. The digital dashboard flickered with complex displays. Michael took a deep breath, the air filled with the scent of wealth and power, intoxicating him.
"I love this car." he muttered, eagerly pressing the gas pedal. As the engine roared to life, he noticed Bill and the others standing nearby. However, his gaze didn't linger for even a second. With a powerful rev of the engine, Michael sped off, leaving them in the dust.
Watching Michael drive away in the luxury car, the three of them exchanged looks filled with contempt. Bill spoke first, "Maybe we should find out if he rented it."
Chad chuckled. "Do we really need to ask? If it wasn't rented, then what? Do you think he actually bought it?"
The three of them rushed toward the dealership, and Louise asked a saleswoman, "Excuse me, did the man who just drove off in the Lamborghini rent that car from here?"
Although all three were convinced beyond a doubt that Michael had rented the car, they couldn't resist asking. It seemed they needed confirmation to put their minds at ease.
The saleswoman looked up and answered honestly, "The man you're referring to? He bought the latest Lamborghini Aventador from us, paying in full. It cost $35 million."
The moment the words left her mouth, Bill, Louise, and Chad were all completely stunned. They couldn't believe what they had just heard. The massive amount of information hit their minds like a thunderclap, buzzing in their ears!
On the other side, Michael was speeding down the city roads in his car. In his mind, he was already planning his next move.
His gaze sharpened, and he briefly pulled over to the side of the road. He then took out his phone and dialed the number he had gotten earlier from Cahill Family.
After a couple of beeps, the call was answered. A deep, middle-aged voice came through the speaker: "Who is this? How do you have this number?"
Michael adjusted his voice, lowering it to the tone he had used during the deal: "It's me."
The moment the voice was recognized. The middle-aged man on the other end immediately changed his tone. "Ah, it's you... the esteemed Grim Reaper. This is Ricardo Moretti. How may I assist you regarding the Cahill Family?"
Michael replied casually, "I've received the money you sent. Has anything happened today?"
He was curious about the current situation with the Cahill Family. After all, the Cahill Family was now a powerful piece in his hand. He wanted to know about the murder of William Cahill and the situation with other rival forces in the underground world.
"Good, I'm glad to hear you've received it." Moretti nodded. As for Michael's question, he wasn't inclined to hide anything from someone with such extraordinary abilities.
"Since you've asked, I'll fill you in on the situation." Moretti said.