Persistence to Limited Edition

There were many people in Rolls-Royce's special area because it was the lobby on the first floor. Moreover, this brand was also sought after by successful people like the nobles in the car. Low-key luxury was suitable for those successful people above middle-aged. They knew how to restrain themselves. Young people might not like it and it did not match their personality.

Tony Stark had a Rolls-Royce Phantom stretch. Now that he was giving it to Pepper, Wesley wondered if he could buy one for himself. But the driver was a problem. They didn't need a driver or a bodyguard at home. They didn't even have a nanny. The villa was a little empty now.

A large number of rooms were unoccupied and there was no one to clean them. Hannah would be exhausted if she had to do it alone. She seemed to have only just considered this problem. It seemed that she needed to hire someone, whether it was a nanny or a driver, and perhaps some bodyguards. It was good to put on an act. It was a matter of identity.

Wesley sat on the scooter in a daze. Beside him, Mindy was holding Annabelle and watching the car. The beautiful woman beside him did not know what Wesley was thinking and thought that he wanted to buy the Phantom.

"Mr. Gibson, this car is not for sale. I'm really sorry," the beautiful woman said apologetically.

Wesley was taken aback. He had no intention of buying it, but he could pretend to be a B. "Oh? Since it's here, why isn't it for sale?" Wesley asked.

"This is our boss's favorite car. He said it's a work of art. Our boss likes cars very much, so he ordered one. The production of Silver Ghost is too low, so it takes a long time to buy a buyer, and the price is too high. Not many people buy it, but the queue is not short."

"Hehe, not bad. I didn't expect your boss to like cars to this extent. He bought them and put them away as art. He has ideas." Wesley smiled. He didn't intend to buy them anyway. He stepped out of the electric car with one leg and began to look at other models.

Rolls-Royce also had many vintage models. Some people especially liked vintage cars, especially collectibles, but Wesley had no ideas about that. He liked the gorgeous and super-fast sports cars. His ability allowed him to easily control speed. Although he did not like to fly, driving did not affect his experience of speed. The Iron Man Armor was fully enclosed, so he could not feel the joy of the wind.

However, he did not like Rolls-Royce sports cars very much, so he was prepared to buy a Phantom and use it for some important occasions. As for other things, he would not consider them.

"Buy a top-of-the-line extended Phantom!" Wesley said after looking around.

"Okay, I'll do it for you right away!" The beauty said with a smile.

However, Wesley shook his head and said, "Write it down first. After you buy it, you can calculate it together and send it to my house. Let's go see the other cars first." The beauty was even happier and started the electric scooter to the next exhibition area.

Ferrari was a must-see brand. Wesley had been looking forward to a Ferrari for a long time. It was not that it was the best, but he had heard of this brand the most in his previous life. After hearing it a lot, he naturally wanted to own it. Now that the conditions were good, he might as well buy one to satisfy his wish. However, if it was not a limited edition, it was fine. There was no value in buying it. The value here was psychological.

The Ferrari F60 America was the 60th anniversary of the founding of the Ferrari. It cost $2.3 million. It was not expensive at all for Wesley. The key was that there were only ten in the world. He did not expect to see one here.

"You won't sell this one, right?" Wesley asked.

"Of course. Although this one was ordered by our boss, it's not for sale. Are you sure you want to buy it?"

"Well, one Ferrari is enough." Wesley returned to the electric car. The beautiful woman took out her phone in high spirits and sent a text message, then continued to show Wesley around. The Ferrari F60 America was quickly sent away from the booth.

Wesley continued to shop. He only bought limited editions and had a soft spot for limited editions. The car dealership had a total of five floors. Wesley walked around and didn't buy much. It was only seven cars. The cheapest was the limited edition Ferrari, all of which were limited editions except for Rolls-Royce Welcome. Within a day, six limited edition sports cars were missing from the car dealership. The beauty in charge of the salespeople made a killing. She was very happy to record Wesley's home address and then collapsed Wesley's check.

"Brother, when can I drive?" Mindy asked Annabelle on the way home.

"When you're old enough to get your license," Wesley said.

"Can I have a motorcycle?" Mindy asked with wide eyes and an expectant face.

Wesley, on the other hand, knew that Mindy had learned how to ride a motorcycle when she was with her eldest father. But he didn't dare to agree to it now, because Hannah might not dare to let Mindy ride a motorcycle. And if he agreed, this little girl would definitely use him as a shield.

"You have to ask Hannah about that. I can't decide. First, you need to reassure Hannah."

Mindy pursed her lips. The plan had failed. Her brother was so useless. Hannah would never let her ride a motorcycle. She would be lucky if she could drive a car. "Annabelle, we can only drive a car." Mindy hugged Annabelle and their little faces touched.

The car dealership was very fast. Not long after Wesley returned home, a small motorcade arrived. Sports cars and extended Rolls-Royce Phantoms entered Wesley's garage. The garage was large, and the cars were only a quarter decorated. The three original cars at home still looked empty. Wesley hung the car keys in the garage and let anyone use them.

The first priority now was to hire a group of people. The house had become bigger and brought more problems. Sanitation was a big problem first. Hannah couldn't just clean up such a big villa, but it wasn't so easy to hire people. She might need a butler.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, Wesley rubbed his chin and thought about it. The house was already equipped with the smart system, Elizabeth, so safety should not be a problem. Tony Stark's villa had no butler or servants, and no driver. He was not used to using these, but he was alone. Wesley was not. There were three people in the house who needed to be taken care of!

But with Evelyn Salter as a precedent, Wesley was also afraid of letting the wolf in. After all, what if they had evil intentions when he was not at home? It was really a tangled problem. Wesley felt very depressed. Why was it so uncomfortable to be a rich man? It was better to be safe than sorry. At least there were not so many worries. Life might be carefree.