My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 88 - 89

Raymond words hung in the air, it was like a silent challenge.

Maria scoffed loudly, breaking the tension with a dramatic laugh. "Oh, please! What do you think you’re going to do?" she sneered, turning to Chloe for support. "Who do you even know? What power do you even have? You think just because you put on a nice clothes and talk big, you can change reality?"

Immediately Chloe joined in, her voice laced with mockery.

"Exactly. You act like you’re someone important, but you’re nothing. And you—" She turned to Valentina with an exaggerated frown. "You’re letting this man embarrass you in public? How pathetic."

However Liam, arms crossed, smirked in amusement.

"I’ll admit," he said lazily, "you’ve got confidence, Raymond. But confidence without power?" He shook his head. "That’s just embarrassing."

Raymond remained still, unfazed, his lips curling into something close to a smirk.

"You all see soon enough," he said simply.

As soon as Raymond uttered those words, the entire dealership seemed to erupt with laughter.

Maria’s voice was the loudest, sharp with mockery. "See what, exactly?" she scoffed, turning to Chloe and Liam, her face twisted in amusement. "What are we supposed to see? that is greater than Sir Harrington, or are you going to bring him here again? The same so-called ranks he’s been trying to challenge?"

Chloe folded her arms, shaking her head with a smug grin. "Raymond, stop fooling yourself. Just stop embarrassing yourself and leave. You’re nothing, and you’ll always be nothing."

At that moment Liam smirked, his arms crossed as he face one of the luxury cars. "It’s pathetic, really. Watching you act like you belong here." His voice was dripping with superiority. "Do the needful and get your ugly, dirty, stinking presence out of our sight. You don’t belong here. You never did."

However Raymond didn’t react, didn’t flinch.

And that only made them angrier, they thought he would be shaking now but none, nothing of such.

Maria stepped closer, her lips curled in disgust.

"You’re useless, worthless, and frankly, I’m sick of looking at you." She turned to Valentina, her expression even more venomous. "And you... I can’t even begin to understand how you’re standing beside this joke of a man. Do you have no shame?"

Chloe jumped in, shaking her head dramatically.

"She actually believed him! Can you imagine? Valentina, you’re honestly the most foolish woman I’ve ever seen." She laughed bitterly.

"You really thought this nobody was going to get you that car? Look at you, looking like a fool in front of everyone."

As Maria, Chloe, and Liam continued their vicious tirade, hurling insults meant to break Valentina’s spirit, Raymond remained eerily calm. He listened to every word, every insult, every degrading remark. But instead of reacting, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

His fingers moved swiftly across the screen.

Just then, the manager—Mr.Harrington—walked over to the sales attendants. With a firm, authoritative voice, he issued a clear order.

"No one is to sell the Lamborghini to anyone."

The staff, recognizing the weight of his words, immediately straightened up again. Some exchanged confused glances, while others simply nodded, knowing better than to question an order from someone of Mr.Harrington’s rank.

Chloe frowned.

"Wait, what?" She turned to her mother, confused. "What does he mean no one is to sell the car?"

Maria’s smug expression faltered for a moment before she regained her composure.

"What kind of nonsense is this?" She turned to Mr. Harrington, her voice sharp. "Manager Whitaker, why are you suddenly saying the car isn’t for sale? We’ve been here this whole time, and now you’re pulling this stunt?"

At that moment Mr.Harrington adjusted his suit jacket, his expression unreadable.

"A special client is coming to get it very, very soon. It will not be sold to anyone else."

Silence fell over the group.

Liam clenched his fists. He had been so sure doing something like this would humiliate Raymond. That he’d watch him crumble, watch him back down. But now, something was wrong. The pieces weren’t fitting, he looked like someone who doesn’t even care.

Chloe bit her lip, trying to mask her unease.

She really wanted to know the person, because something tells her it was Liam but she wasn’t sure.

"A special client?" she echoed, her voice laced with suspicion.

Maria scoffed. "And who the hell is this ’special client’?"

Whitaker didn’t respond. He simply turned, as if dismissing them entirely, and began walking away.

But just then—his phone rang.

Immediately Mr. Harrington’s breath hitched the moment he saw the caller ID. His entire body stiffened.

It was the owner of the dealership.

The overall boss.

A man so high up the chain that even managers like himself rarely got the privilege of seeing him in person, much less receiving a direct call. In all his years working here, Harrington could count on one hand how many times he had been in the same room with the man.

But a personal phone call?

Never.

His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the noise of the showroom. The taunts, the laughter, the lingering insults aimed at Raymond and Valentina—all of it faded as panic slowly crept up his spine.

Why was he calling now?

Did he do something wrong? Had someone lodged a complaint against him? Was it about the car?

His fingers trembled as he gripped his phone. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, suffocating.

Swallowing hard, he wiped his damp palm against his suit jacket and, with shaking hands—He picked up the call. frёewebηovel.cѳm

The deep, authoritative voice on the other end of the call sent a cold shiver down Harrington’s spine.

"Are you out of your damn mind?"

The sheer force of the words made him straighten, his back pressing stiffly against the glass counter beside him.

"Who the hell gave you the audacity to withhold a car from a paying customer?"

At that moment Harrington’s mouth went dry. He struggled to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

"Sir, I—"

"Shut up."

The words were like a hammer to his chest.

"Who do you think you are?" the owner continued, his fury palpable through the phone.

"Since when do you have the power to decide who gets to buy what?"

Harrington’s fingers curled tightly around the phone. His legs felt weak, but he forced himself to stay standing, aware that every staff member and customer in the showroom could see him.

"I—I didn’t say that, sir," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"There’s been a misunderstanding."