With a hint of anxiety in her voice, ire expressed, “I’m really not confident when ites to driving these cars. Their engines are incredibly powerful, and I worry I might lose control and cause an ident. It would be quite a hassle if I were to scratch one of them.”


    Charlie responded with a reassuring smile, “Don’t stress too much, sweetheart. Just think of these cars as if they were our own.”


    ire replied, “You should definitely show me how to drive them—like which button does what and all of that.”


    Charlie nodded in agreement. “Sure thing,e over here, and I’ll teach you how to drive this Bugatti.”<fn2b81> This text is hosted at Find_Novel(.</fn2b81>


    At that moment, a brand-new Bentley Continental smoothly rolled into the Thompson First viplex.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Behind the wheel was Harold, dressed sharply in a suit that shed with his rugged appearance.


    In the passenger seat sat his father, Christopher.


    In the back, Lady Wilson and Wendy made themselvesfortable.


    Recently, the funds promised by the Webb family had sessfullynded in the Wilson family’s ount. They used this money to pay off a loan owed to the bank by the Wilson Group, allowing thepany to be revitalized. This meant they could reim their former mansion and the antiques that had been repossessed.


    The Wilson family was overjoyed by the revival of the Wilson Group.


    Having not experienced a wealthy lifestyle for quite some time, Harold insisted that his grandmother use thepany’s money to purchase a luxury vehicle to enhance their family’s image.


    Previously, during their prosperous days, the finest car in the Wilson family fleet was Lady Wilson’s Mercedes-Benz S450, valued at around 1.5 million dors. Christopher drove an Audi A8, while Harold had been stuck with an old BMW.


    Although the family had initially promised to upgrade Harold’s car, unforeseen circumstances had left them in a tough spot. Not only could they not get him a new one, but even the old BMW had been repossessed by the bank.


    Harold understood that to reim his former status and earn respect again, he needed to drive a decent car.


    After all, he couldn’t carry the Thompson First vi with him, and the first thing people would notice when he stepped out was his vehicle.


    Having endured a difficult period, Lady Wilson was eager to return to her luxurious lifestyle, so she promptly agreed to Harold’s suggestion and purchased a three-million-dor Bentley Continental.


    Harold was beaming with excitement as he drove the magnificent car back to the vi from the showroom, having never had the chance to drive something sovish before.


    Meanwhile, Lady Wilson satfortably in the opulent back seat, admiring the exquisite handcrafted leather interior and eximed, “Wow, this car is fantastic! This Bentley far surpasses the Mercedes I used to have!”


    Harold chimed in, “Grandma, a Bentley is actually a tier below a Rolls-Royce. Why don’t we consider getting a Rolls-Royce next?”


    Lady Wilson scoffed, “A Rolls-Royce costs seven or eight million dors; it’s too soon for that. Our main focus should be getting Wilson Group back on its feet and maintaining it.”


    Harold quickly rified, “But Grandma, I want to show Charlie and his family that we’re back. Even though they now live in a Thompson First vi, they’re still driving those two outdated BMW 5-Series, worth less than one millionbined—less than a third of our Bentley. If we roll up in a seven or eight-million-dor Rolls-Royce, we could drive right to their house and unt it!”


    Wendy interjected, “Harold, we don’t need a Rolls-Royce to get back at them! A Bentley is more than sufficient!”


    “Exactly!” Lady Wilson added with a huff, “Harold, head straight to their house. I want to rub it in! When I invited them back to Wilson Group, they acted as if it was the end of the world. Now that Wilson Group is making aeback, let’s see if they regret their decision!”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>