Chapter 226 Shameless Alexander
"I'm just here to help," Noah took a skewer of pork belly from Grace and said casually.
"Help? Heh, I don't believe it! You're the owner of The Majestic Suite. Your net worth must be in the millions. Your friends must be wealthy," Isaiah said sarcastically. "A guy who runs a barbecue restaurant, what money could he have? Is he worth the help of a big shot like you?"
"Isaiah, who is this kid?" the middle-aged man next to her, Alexander, scanned Noah up and down.
"Alexander, this kid is my best friend's loser boyfriend who can only ride a bicycle because he is poor," Isaiah said mockingly. "Once when we dined at The Majestic Suite, he claimed to be the owner, and I actually believed him at the time. But in hindsight, would a boss ride a bicycle? And this guy even stole from our supermarket, a complete loser, a big liar, a thief!"
Alexander nodded and said calmly, "You're right. Some of my company's low-level employees only make three to four thousand per month, but they can still save up for a down payment and buy a domestic car."
"You can imagine, even low-level employees would buy a car, so a restaurant owner like him, would he not buy a car? Riding a bicycle? Obviously, a scammer and loser."
"Noah, aren't you ashamed of your scamming tricks being exposed by me?" Isaiah looked at Noah.
"Still pretending to be a boss! Ha, do you deserve the title of a boss?"
Noah furrowed his eyebrows. Was he inherently sarcastic? Why was Isaiah mocking him as soon as he arrived?
Perhaps what happened at The Majestic Suite that day made her so displeased.
"Boss, why don't you get a BMW 3 series at the very least! Like our Alexander, he drives a Land Rover, a luxury car worth over 700,000 dollars." Isaiah continued, glancing sideways at Noah.
"What about you, a bicycle rider, pretending to be a boss?"
Noah shook his head speechlessly, feeling annoyed.
"I also have a car, please stop mentioning the bicycle. Besides, whether I am a boss or not, it's none of your business. Whether I have a car or not, it's none of your business. If I don't have a car, would you buy one for me?"
Isaiah was taken aback, unable to react to Noah's question.
"What would you like to eat, sir?"
Seeing the situation getting out of control, Grace smiled and said, "Our restaurant has delicious barbecue. You're welcome to taste it."
"Not eating! We came here to have barbecue initially, but seeing this loser, I've lost my appetite."
Isaiah sneered, "Noah, since you claim to have a car, where is it?"
"Isn't it right there?"
Noah pointed to the Mercedes by the roadside.
This car was worth over a million. Isaiah's family was well-off, so she should know it.
If Isaiah recognized this car, Noah estimated that she would shut up and stop bothering her.
"That... is a van?"
Isaiah looked over, slightly surprised, and sarcastically said,
"Noah, a van counts as a car? Are you kidding me? As the owner of The Majestic Suite, you drive a van? That doesn't match your status!"
"Alexander, bring your Land Rover here and show this guy what a real boss drives!"
"Cough, the Land Rover, the Land Rover is at the company." Alexander suddenly felt a little embarrassed by the side, then his gaze shifted to Noah's car, and he blurted out,
"It's a Mercedes!"
"Mercedes?"
Isaiah was confused for a moment. She naturally knew about the Mercedes Sprinter, a car worth over a million.
"It really is a Mercedes!"
Isaiah walked closer, carefully looked at it, and instantly confirmed that it was indeed a Mercedes.
She couldn't believe it. Could this poor guy Noah afford such a good car?
Following that, she sneered, "Noah, this car isn't yours! It must belong to someone else! Maybe it's a customer's who came to your restaurant for BBQ!"
"Why isn't it mine?"
Noah took out the car keys and pressed them.
The Mercedes's lights flashed.
Noah now just wanted Isaiah to shut up.
Since you said the car isn't mine, then I'll use the car keys to prove that it is!
Seeing the lights of the car, this time Isaiah was truly stunned.
This Sprinter... is really Noah's poor self's?!
Is Noah really rich?
He's not a fraud? He really is the owner of The Majestic Suite?
"Can you shut up now?" Noah coldly looked at Isaiah. "If you want BBQ, welcome. If you don't want to eat, then get lost."
"Noah, is this car really yours?"
Isaiah looked at Noah with wide eyes, as if there was a hint of seeking approval.
"Kid, give me the car keys!"
Before Noah could speak, Alexander coldly shouted, "Isaiah just said you're a thief, and it seems he's right! It wasn't enough for you to steal food from Isaiah's supermarket, and now you even stole my car keys!"
"Stole your car keys?"
Noah was taken aback, was Alexander's head messed up? Saying that he stole his car keys?
"Alexander, is this your car?" Isaiah looked at Alexander, his eyes lighting up. "You have another Mercedes?"
"That's right."
Alexander nodded. "I have a Range Rover and a Mercedes. I heard you wanted BBQ, so I had my secretary bring the car here first, and then we took a cab. After we eat BBQ, we can drive this car back."
"But I didn't expect this kid to actually steal my car keys!"
Alexander's gaze coldly looked at Noah.
In fact, this Mercedes naturally wasn't his, and he didn't even have that Range Rover.
The reason for pretending to be rich was naturally to impress Isaiah.
He dared to be so sure that Noah stole the car keys because, in his opinion, this Mercedes was not his, and couldn't possibly be Noah's.
Someone who drives a Mercedes would have at least five or six million in assets!
Would someone with five or six million in assets work at a BBQ restaurant?
That is simply impossible!
"Really?" Isaiah immediately showed a smile and intimately linked her arm with Alexander's. "Alexander, I didn't expect you to be this rich!"
"Haha, it's just a small amount of money." Alexander laughed. "Isaiah, let's find a room to rest after eating BBQ."
"Okay!"
Isaiah's face blushed.
"Kid, give me the car keys," Alexander looked at Noah again.
Since this car was not Noah's, naturally the car keys weren't either.
After receiving the keys, Alexander decided to secretly hand them over to the traffic police. He and Isaiah took a taxi to the hotel to enjoy themselves.
After enjoying themselves, the next step was to take advantage of Isaiah.
"You're giving me the car keys? Are you dreaming?" Noah looked at Alexander as if he was an idiot.
This guy was shameless to the extreme.
"Since you claim the car is yours, then tell me, what's inside the car?" Noah said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Alexander's expression slightly changed.
Since this wasn't his car, how would he know what was inside?
"Kid, what's inside my car is none of your business," Alexander said coldly.
"Well, let me tell you what's inside. There's a gray pillow on the passenger seat, and a black coat on the backseat..."
