You Think Money Is Everything?

Luke rummaged around in his knapsack again and took out another black bag. He threw it to the short man in the convertible and said, "Don't tell anyone you sold me a car, or you know what'll happen."

The short man scoffed. "You don't need to tell me that."

Chuckling, Luke got into the driver's seat of the Hummer, closed the door, and waved at Vanessa. "Thanks. Next time I need a car, I'll ask you for a recommendation again."

The short man couldn't help but interject, "Hey, can't you come straight to me? I have a lot more cars…"

Vanessa looked at him in disdain but didn't say anything.

This shortie was a tycoon in the black market car trade. He definitely wasn't bragging.

Luke, however, shook his head regretfully. "Sorry, I'm not into men, so I don't want you to earn the commission." He then hit the gas pedal and drove the Hummer away with a deafening noise.