“However, I need to pick up my daughter from school at four-thirty.”
Recently, Jacob’s main job has been to lose weight and take good care of his precious daughter.
Accompanying women shopping is fine, but it absolutely cannot interfere with picking up his daughter.
“Mr. Jacob is such a good dad,” Josie praised with a smile.
“Where are you planning to go shopping?” Jacob asked.
“Starlight City, it’s quite close,” Josie replied.
Jacob nodded, “Then let’s go. I’ll drive you there.”
Saying this, he walked towards his Mercedes-Benz GLS-Class.
Layla instinctively touched her slim waist, relieved that she wasn’t wearing a crop top today; she still felt uneasy about the cold wind that had brushed against her waist yesterday.
However, it was fine for the electric bike to carry her alone, but carrying two people would be too cramped, right?
Meanwhile, Josie was thinking that she wanted to see if he was driving a Mercedes-Benz. If not, it would mean he lied yesterday, and she couldn’t blame herself entirely.
The two women followed Jacob, each with their own thoughts. Layla was still looking around for Jacob’s electric bike but couldn’t find it.
Just as she was puzzled, the headlights of a large SUV flashed twice ahead, and then Jacob directly opened the driver’s door and got in.
Only then did Layla realize that Jacob wasn’t riding an electric bike today. She curiously looked at the imposing car in front of her, not recognizing the brand.
Josie also didn’t know the Mercedes-Benz GLS-Class, but at this moment, there were already twenty to thirty cars parked in the small parking lot in front of the GetFit Fitness Center. Jacob’s car stood out among them, exuding an extremely powerful aura.
This kind of car wouldn’t be cheap.
Hmph, is this what you call a Mercedes-Benz??
Josie silently rolled her eyes and took a picture of the imposing SUV to send to the sales assistant group: “Sisters, does anyone know what car this is?”
Women like Josie, who sell high-end cosmetics or luxury goods, are actually a somewhat twisted group. Since they deal with wealthy people and serve them for a long time, they hold themselves in high regard, looking down on ordinary workers, always wanting to climb the social ladder.
However, in the eyes of the wealthy, they are merely service staff. Occasionally, some greasy old men take an interest in their bodies, spend some money to have fun, and show them a bigger world, making it even harder for them to accept a mediocre boyfriend.
Thus, women like them almost see catching a wealthy husband as their ultimate goal. In the sales assistant group, they rarely talk about work; they mostly discuss various luxury goods, how to “fish,” how to identify quality men, and how to get men to spend money on them.
After sending the message, Josie eagerly pulled Layla into the car.
Once seated inside, she became even more convinced that this was an expensive luxury car because the interior looked very high-end, with genuine leather covering all reachable areas, giving a sense of quality. Moreover, a SUV actually had rear entertainment features, which are usually found in luxury sedans like the Range Rover or BMW 7 Series.
While Josie silently admired the car’s interior, someone in the sales assistant group @-ed her.
Jenny: @Nova This is the Mercedes-Benz GLS-Class, over a million!
Jenny: This is a Mercedes-Benz high-end brand; people who drive this car are definitely low-key rich!
Jenny: Josie, if you know the owner of this car, you must seize the opportunity!
This Jenny was Josie’s former colleague, who used to sell cosmetics but now sells Chanel, dealing with an even more upscale clientele.
Josie glanced at the message and initially thought that the price of over a million was reasonable. However, when she saw that it was indeed a Mercedes-Benz, she felt like cursing.
Damn, a Mercedes-Benz actually has a car that costs over a million! The important thing is, someone actually bought it!! The world of the rich is truly beyond my understanding! “Mr. Jacob, is this car a Mercedes-Benz GLS-Class?”
Although she was silently complaining in her heart, Josie still used the topic of the car to strike up a conversation with Jacob.
There had been previous discussions in the sales assistant group that when chatting with men, if you really don’t know what to talk about, just talk about cars. Out of a hundred men, ninety-nine are interested in cars.
Many men might not have a thousand dollars in their bank accounts, but they can spend hours browsing “Black Car Emperor,” enjoying everything from luxury cars worth millions to second-hand cars worth tens of thousands.
“You actually know this car?”
Jacob looked at Josie in surprise. This car had a short time on the market and hadn’t been heavily marketed. While car enthusiasts might know it, not many women do.
