Chapter 226 The Shameless Alexander Johnson
Noah handed Grace a skewer of meat, speaking calmly, "I'm just here to help."
"Help? No way! You're the owner of the Majestic Suite! Your friends must all be loaded," Isaiah scoffed, then she sneered, "What kind of money can a barbecue joint make? Why would a big shot like you help out here?"
"Isaiah, who is this?" A middle-aged man nearby looked Noah up and down.
"Mr. Johnson, he's my friend's boyfriend. He's so broke he can only afford a bicycle," Isaiah said with a mocking tone. "Once, he claimed to be the owner of the Majestic Suite while we were dining there. I almost believed him. But then I thought, would a millionaire ride a bike? Plus, he has even stolen food from our family supermarket. He's just a broke fraud and a thief!"
Alexander Johnson nodded, speaking indifferently, "You're right. Some of my lower-level employees make only three thousand dollars a month, but they still save up for a down payment on a used car. But this guy, he can only afford a bicycle! And the owner of the Majestic Suite? Clearly, he's a fraud!"
"Noah, aren't you ashamed that your lies have been exposed?" Isaiah glared at Noah. "Pretending to be rich! What right do you have to fake being wealthy?"
Noah frowned. Did he have a sign on his back inviting ridicule? Why was Isaiah so hostile right off the bat? Maybe the incident at the Majestic Suite really rubbed her the wrong way.
"The rich person sould drive the luxury car! Like Mr. Alexander Johnson here, who drives a $100,000 Range Rover," Isaiah continued, giving Noah a sidelong glance. "And you, a broke guy on a bike, pretending to be a millionaire?"
Noah shook his head, feeling annoyed. "I do have a car. Can you stop harping on about the bike? Whether I'm rich or not is none of your business. Whether I have a car or not is none of your business. If I don't have a car, are you going to buy me one?"
Isaiah was taken aback, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Would you like to order something?" Grace interjected with a smile, trying to defuse the situation. "Our barbecue is really good. You can order some and try."
"No thanks! I came here for barbecue, but seeing this broke guy has killed my appetite," Isaiah sneered, "Noah, you said you have a car. Where is it?"
"Right there," Noah pointed to a Mercedes parked by the road.
This car was worth over a million dollars. Isaiah, with her well-off background, should recognize it.
Seeing the car, Noah hoped Isaiah could shut up and stop bothering him.
"A truck?" Isaiah looked over, momentarily stunned, then sneered, "Noah, so your so-called car is just a truck? Are you kidding me? You're the owner of the Majestic Suite and you drive a truck? That doesn't fit your supposed status!"
Then she quickly turned to the man next to her and said in a pleading tone. "Mr. Alexander Johnson, bring your Range Rover over and show him what a real car looks like!"
"The Range Rover is at the office," Alexander's face suddenly looked a bit awkward. He glanced at Noah's car, his eyes flickering, and blurted out, "A Mercedes!"
"A Mercedes?" Isaiah was taken aback. She knew the Mercedes Business Star, which worth over a million dollars.
"It's really a Mercedes!" Isaiah walked closer, confirming it was indeed a Mercedes. She couldn't believe that Noah, this broke guy, could afford such a nice car.
Then she scoffed, "Noah, this car mustn't be yours! It must belong to one of your barbecue customers!"
"Why wouldn't it be mine?" Noah took out the car key and pressed it.
The Mercedes' lights flashed.
Noah just wanted Isaiah to shut up. If she claimed the car wasn't his, he'd prove it with the key.
Seeing the lights flash, Isaiah was truly stunned. This Mercedes really belonged to Noah? Noah was actually rich? He wasn't a fraud? He really was the owner of the Majestic Suite?
"Can you shut up now?" Noah looked coldly at Isaiah. "If you want barbecue, you're welcome. If not, then get lost."
"Noah, is... is this car really yours?" Isaiah's eyes widened, her tone almost ingratiating.
"Broke guy, give me the car key!" Before Noah could respond, Alexander snapped, "Isaiah said you were a thief. Looks like you really are! Stealing food from her supermarket is bad enough, now you've stolen my car key!"
"Steal your car key?" Noah was stunned. Was Alexander crazy, accusing him of stealing his car key?
"Mr. Johnson, is this your car?" Isaiah looked at Alexander, her eyes lighting up, "You have a Mercedes too?"
"Yes," Alexander nodded, "I have a Range Rover and a Mercedes. I had my secretary bring the car here, and we took a cab over. After the barbecue, we'll drive this car back. But I didn't expect this broke guy to steal my car key!"
Alexander's gaze was cold as he looked at Noah.
In reality, the Mercedes wasn't his, and he didn't even have a Range Rover. He was pretending to be wealthy to impress Isaiah.
He was so sure Noah had stolen the key because he believed the Mercedes couldn't possibly belong to Noah.
Someone with assets worth five million dollars wouldn't be working at a barbecue joint.
"Really?" Isaiah smiled, linking her arm with Alexander's. "Mr. Alexander Johnson, I didn't know you were so wealthy!"
Alexander laughed, "Isaiah, after the barbecue, let's get a room and relax."
"Okay!" Isaiah blushed.
"Broke guy, give me the car key," Alexander demanded, looking at Noah.
Since the car wasn't Noah's, the key couldn't be either.
Once he had the key, Alexander planned to secretly hand it to the police and then take a cab with Isaiah to a hotel for a romantic evening.
"Give you the key? Are you crazy?" Noah looked at Alexander like he was an idiot. This guy was shameless to the extreme.
"If this is your car, then tell me what's inside," Noah said calmly.
Alexander's face changed slightly. It wasn't his car, so how could he know what was inside?
"You broke guy, what business is it of yours what's in my car?" Alexander snapped.
"Then I'll tell you what's inside. On the passenger seat, there's a gray cushion. In the back seat, there's a black jacket," Noah said.
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