Chapter 736 Don’t Believe Jayce

• On the other end of the call, Grant Drake agreed right away. “Okay, Mr. Howe, I’ll handle it now.” He’d run errands for Jayce before. Pulling out cash like this was easy work. “Mr. Howe, anything else?” Jayce thought for a moment. “Head to the Rolls-Royce dealership. Find Violet and buy a Cullinan. Put the cash in the car and drive it over.” “Got it!” They were all friends. Jayce wasn’t about to play favorites—if he sent a car to Tad Payne, he had to send one to Max Pascall too. After he hung up, Mianmian burst into laughter, clutching her stomach like she’d just heard the funniest joke on earth. “You two can really put on a show. Hilarious. Why not say you’re the richest in Chanaea while you’re at it?” “A Rolls-Royce Cullinan? A hundred million in cash? I’ve never seen anyone brag this hard!” “Hey, Max, I won’t say anything else—if you actually show me a hundred million in cash today, I’ll kneel and admit I was wrong!” To Mianmian, whether she married this broke guy or not didn’t matter much. But being snatched away like this? That stung. She could choose not to marry Max Pascall, fine. But Max still had to play the lapdog. Now that he’d married someone else, she wanted him to know that even married, he was still a broke loser—he’d just gone with the cheaper option. From start to finish, though, Xiaoyun stood by Max’s side, holding his arm, refusing to budge. No matter how broke he was, no matter how much debt he had, she would stick with him to the end. The other friends and relatives traded looks, a bit of blame in their eyes. It was Max’s big day—this friend was going too far, right? A check for a hundred million? What kind of joke was that? No one believed the check was real. Even Max thought Jayce was kidding. And that phone call? A stalling tactic at best. It’s not like Mianmian would wait here all day. Standing off to the side, Tad Payne watched with a hint of amusement. “Max, from the look on your face, you don’t really trust Jayce, huh?” Tad spoke softly. Max froze, then gave a wry smile. “Tad, don’t mess with me. I know you mean well, but I’m definitely going to lose face today.” Tad’s eyes gleamed. “Then sit tight and enjoy the show.” Lose face? A hundred million in cash, plus a car worth millions—how’s that losing face? Others might not know what Jayce could do, but Tad knew better than anyone. That Cullinan he drove? Jayce gave it to him. Jayce even gifted him a company worth 7.5 billion. Tad had gone from an average salaryman to a tycoon worth hundreds of millions, all thanks to Jayce. Don’t say a hundred million in wedding cash—even a billion? Tad would believe it. Max frowned, not quite getting what Tad was playing at. Still, these two were his closest brothers. He figured they wouldn’t screw him over. Worst case, he’d be embarrassed. No big deal. … Right then, Grant Drake stood at the entrance of the Rolls-Royce dealership. As soon as he walked in, Xiao Mei greeted him with a bright smile. “Sir, looking to see some cars?” Ever since she’d failed to serve Jayce once and missed out on a 22,500 commission, Xiao Mei had become warm and welcoming to everyone. Whoever walked in, she greeted with enthusiasm. Who knew—maybe another big-shot like Jayce would drop by to buy a car. And with Grant’s sharp suit and confident stride, he screamed “big deal.” A prime client, no doubt. But Grant stepped in and asked, “Who’s Violet?” Xiao Mei blinked, then frowned. She’d thought he was a customer. Turns out he was Violet’s friend. “Violet, someone’s here for you.” Violet quickly came out from the back. Xiao Mei folded her arms, looking chilly. “Didn’t I tell you? Don’t meet friends on company time. Ever heard of company policy?” Violet forced an awkward smile. “Got it.” Truth was, Xiao Mei couldn’t do much to her. They were on the same level. Last month, Violet crushed it—30,000 in sales, top seller of the month. Even the manager treated her like a treasure. Xiao Mei hadn’t sold a single car all year. How could she compare with Violet? She was just the one with more seniority, so she acted superior. Violet saw Grant and looked puzzled—didn’t really recognize him. “Sir, what can I do for you?” Grant pointed toward the lineup of cars. “Cullinan. Fully loaded. One unit.” “…” Violet and Xiao Mei were both stunned. Even the store manager in the back was thrown. Were rich folks really this casual now? No questions, no introductions, didn’t even look at the cars—just walk in and say, “I’ll take one.” If cars were that easy to sell, they’d all be set for life. Violet was still dazed. What was up with customers now? Walk in, ask for her by name, and once they found her—boom, buy a car? This… This reminded her of someone. Violet asked, “Sir, how did you know to ask for me?” If he came in and asked for her by name, someone had to have recommended her. Grant said, “Mr. Howe sent me. The car’s for him.” Violet’s cheeks flushed instantly. She knew it—him again. They’d barely just parted, and Jayce was already buying another car. And he said he wasn’t doing it on purpose? Xiao Mei heard that and her eyes went red with envy, teeth grinding with jealousy. Thinking back to how rude she’d been to Jayce, regret clawed at her like a nightmare. … Back at the wedding, everyone had been waiting forever. People were getting restless. Max had figured it out too—Jayce’s call was just for show, just to drag things out. No way he’d really bring a hundred million. “Mianmian, don’t wait here. You’ve got stuff to do later, right? You should head out.” If Mianmian left, they wouldn’t have to keep up the act. They just wanted to save a little face in front of her. But Max’s little thought was crystal clear to Mianmian. She sneered. “Max Pascall, don’t try to fool me. I’m not leaving today. I want to see what a hundred million in cash looks like. I’m waiting to kneel and apologize to you.” Her tone dripped with sarcasm. She had no intention of kneeling—she just wanted to humiliate him. A guy like him? Even his friends were fake. All face, no substance. Max’s face tightened with embarrassment, brow furrowing, the scene freezing awkwardly. Right in the middle of that tension, the roar of an engine rolled in. Tad’s smile spread. He knew that sound like his own heartbeat. Cullinan. The car slid up to the entrance and pulled in. The bold, imposing front end stopped right at the door, stunning everyone. The car was… too damn cool. The Cullinan’s sheer dominance was obvious. A multi-million-dollar beast carried this air like it looked down on the world. Then a towering, hard-edged man stepped out, sunglasses on, danger humming off him. The kind of guy regular folks wouldn’t even dare look in the eye. Grant Drake walked straight to Jayce and spoke with respect. “Mr. Howe, the car and the cash are in place.” Grant handled it perfectly. Hearing it was for a wedding gift, he even tied a big red flower to the hood, turning the car into a proper present. Jayce smiled and looked at Max. “Max, it’s yours.”