After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Quinn, Jason stretched casually and glanced toward the bustling crowd. "Want to come explore the show with me? We could check out the exhibits together."
Quinn's expression softened with genuine regret. "I wish I could, but I need to stay here and watch our booth. Can't leave the dealership unattended." She pointed toward the far corner where the largest crowds had gathered. "See that chaos over there? That's the luxury section—all the dream cars that make people forget their bank account balance. You should definitely check it out."
Jason nodded, already mentally calculating which vehicles might be worth the system's investment requirements. "Alright, I'll see what all the fuss is about."
As he walked away, Alex finally found his voice, guilt eating at him like acid.
"Quinn... I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I should have stepped in to defend you..."
Quinn offered him a gentle smile that somehow made his chest ache even more. "Don't worry about it, Alex. You did speak up for me, and honestly? Getting involved might have hurt your family's business. You weren't obligated to do more than that."
Alex felt a momentary surge of relief—until he noticed Quinn's gaze still following Jason's retreating form, that soft smile never quite fading from her lips.
His heart plummeted like a stone dropped into ice water.
She likes strong men. Prince charming.
His sister's words echoed mockingly in his mind. Quinn had always been drawn to that type—confident, commanding, the kind of person who seemed to effortlessly control every situation they entered.
Alex had thought... maybe today, if he'd shown some backbone, he could have been that kind of man for her.
But he hadn't. He'd stayed silent like a coward.
And Jason? Jason had simply walked in like something out of a fairy tale and resolved everything without breaking a sweat.
Alex clenched his fists until his knuckles went white, frustration burning through his veins like poison. Why couldn't I have been born into wealth and power? Maybe then...
Meanwhile, Jason had reached the luxury automotive section—a gleaming paradise of chrome, carbon fiber, and seven-figure price tags.
BMW's latest M-series monsters. Mercedes' AMG beasts. Porsche's track-bred predators. Lamborghini's angular works of art.
Auto shows offered something regular dealerships couldn't: variety. Instead of being locked into a single brand's 4S store, here you could compare the automotive world's finest offerings side by side.
Jason scanned the impressive lineup, his enhanced perception taking in every detail—until one particular silhouette made his pulse quicken involuntarily.
He walked straight toward it without hesitation.
"Excuse me, could I get a closer look at this beauty?" Jason asked, approaching the roped-off display area.
The cars were all cordoned off—VIP access only.
The sales representative glanced up, immediately noticing Jason's impeccable presentation. His demeanor shifted to polished professionalism in an instant.
"Do you have an appointment scheduled, sir?"
"No appointment," Jason replied evenly. "Is one required?"
The rep hesitated. Company policy was crystal clear—no appointment, no entry. But this young man... everything about him screamed serious money.
"Normally we require advance booking, but—"
"I'm interested in purchasing this one," Jason interrupted smoothly, gesturing at the car. "The Revuelto."
That single sentence obliterated every company policy in existence.
"Of course, sir! Right this way, please."
The representative practically vaulted over the rope to usher Jason through.
The crowd outside erupted immediately into indignant protests.
"Are you kidding me? We were told appointments only!"
"This is bullshit! He didn't make one either!"
"Oh, so now it's about who looks richer? Forget this place!"
People were absolutely furious. Following rules was one thing—watching someone else get preferential treatment while you stood behind velvet ropes? That was salt in the wound.
Jason heard the complaints and couldn't help remembering his old self—the version that would have been stuck outside with the rest of the frustrated masses, pressing his face against the barriers like a kid at a candy store.
Different life, different rules.
Inside the exclusive area, the sales representative launched into his well-practiced pitch with obvious enthusiasm:
"Sir, what you're looking at here is the Lamborghini Revuelto—the official successor to the legendary Aventador. Absolute pinnacle of Italian automotive artistry."
"She's still packing that iconic 6.5-liter naturally aspirated V12, but now enhanced with cutting-edge hybrid technology. Total system output exceeds 1,000 horsepower. Zero to sixty in a mind-bending 2.5 seconds."
"This model represents Lamborghini's bold entry into the hybrid era. Most customers have been waiting over two years just for delivery allocation. The first batch only started arriving in the US last month, and this particular unit? One of the extremely rare few available for immediate purchase."
Jason stared at the machine before him, his heart hammering against his ribcage.
It was like a predator forged from carbon fiber and dreams—sleek, aggressive, absolutely mesmerizing.
Even someone who knew nothing about automotive engineering would stop dead in their tracks.
After nearly thirty minutes of exploring the show floor, Jason found himself inevitably drawn back to the Lamborghini display like a moth to flame.
In his eyes, the Revuelto represented the absolute pinnacle of automotive design philosophy—the kind of machine that commanded attention wherever it went. It carried forward the Aventador's razor-sharp aggression while adding a sleeker, more futuristic aesthetic that seemed almost alien.
At this price point, it was practically automotive royalty.
Sure, there were more exclusive options—the Bugatti Chiron, Koenigsegg Jesko, McLaren Speedtail—machines that pushed performance and luxury into the stratosphere. But those existed in an entirely different universe: astronomically expensive, nearly impossible to acquire even with unlimited funds, and frankly not worth depleting his entire fortune just for bragging rights.
Right now, given his current financial situation and time constraints, the Revuelto was the optimal choice.
He circled the car slowly, admiring every aggressive line, every carbon fiber detail, the iconic scissor doors, the predatory stance that seemed ready to pounce. The longer he studied it, the more an irresistible itch grew in his chest.
I need this machine.
"Could I check out the interior? Just to get a feel for the cockpit?" Jason asked casually.
"Absolutely, sir." The salesman quickly unlocked the vehicle and stepped aside respectfully. At this price level, even experienced sales staff weren't eager to casually occupy the driver's seat.
Jason slid behind the wheel, immediately surrounded by luxury. His hands traced the Alcantara-wrapped steering wheel, the carbon fiber dashboard, the fighter-jet-inspired switch array on the center console. Just sitting there, he could almost feel the V12's potential energy thrumming beneath the hood.
"What's the damage for this specific unit?" Jason asked with nonchalance smile.
The salesman's eyes practically glowed with commission fever. "This is a brand-new vehicle, sir. Full retail price including taxes, fees, and documentation comes to exactly 1.15 million dollars. You could drive it home today."
Jason immediately understood why this particular car remained available despite being factory-fresh. The standard MSRP hovered around one million even, but the dealership had tacked on a $150,000 premium for the privilege of skipping the typical six-month waiting list.
But Jason didn't care about markups. He had seven days to spend a fortune, and waiting half a year wasn't compatible with his timeline.
"Done, "I'll take it. Today."
The salesman nearly dropped his tablet in shock. "Y-yes sir! We'll prepare all paperwork, arrange insurance, and have temporary plates ready immediately!"
Jason nodded calmly. "Make it happen."
The representative practically sprouted wings rushing off to handle the transaction. Two other salespeople nearby stared in absolute disbelief, realizing they'd just witnessed the easiest seven-figure commission of their careers slip through their fingers.
Meanwhile, the crowd that had gathered around the display was buzzing with excitement and disbelief.
"Did that guy just buy the Revuelto? Just like that?"
"Dude, that's over a million dollars! He spent it like he was buying a candy bar!"
"I've been dreaming about this car for three years, and he just... purchases it after ten minutes of looking?"
"I spend longer choosing which Netflix show to watch."
"Rich people live in a completely different reality."
Word spread through the convention center like wildfire. People from other sections began migrating over just to catch a glimpse of the mysterious young man who casually dropped over a million on a supercar.
Just then, a familiar notification chimed in Jason's mind:
[System Alert: New Target Acquired]
Alice: Favorability +10
Name: Alice
Age: 23
Attractiveness Rating: 8.2/10
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 123 lbs
Current Favorability: 0 → 10
Jason blinked, scanning the growing crowd of onlookers. Models, influencers, and car enthusiasts filled the area, phones out, capturing photos and videos of both him and his new acquisition.
Which one is Holly? No idea.
He shrugged mentally. Whatever. If she's impressed, great. I've got more shopping to do.
While the Lamborghini paperwork was being processed, Jason casually strolled toward the Rolls-Royce exhibition, already calculating his next move.
Time to add some British elegance to the collection.
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