Chapter 60: Help Yourself to My Garage!

Christian Yale let out a silent, icy laugh. When that woman had glanced at him from afar earlier, the disdain in her eyes had practically been dripping. The moment she heard he was paying in full, she changed her face faster than flipping a page. Off to the side, Sienna Scurr stood rigidly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt until her knuckles went white. She had been at this dealership for almost a month, and she still had not closed a single sale. The pressure was crushing. The...