The Hero

Chapter 248 Please Show Respect

“Alright, Mr. Kersey. That's something. That's one thing short.

Javier was about to get into his car with the documents in hand when Quinna gave her review to the man.

She laughed, “That's because you've been bothering me with your amazing beauty, Miss Aurum. My mind is so messed up that I can barely think straight!”

Quinna charmed him with a sweet smile. "Thul? You don't seem to be screwed.”

Javier was about to woo his new target when he suddenly remembered the World Car Award. Say, Miss Aurum, you're an expert here. I want to know something.”

Convinced that Javier is just a stereotypical playboy, Quinina smiles at him for his civility, work ethic, and other little things. The H7 model will generate decent sales if only a few clients with big coffers like her back it up, so there's not much to talk about.

However, seeing the seriousness in Javier's features and speech patterns, Quinna was surprised. Without letting his smile waver, he replied, "I'll be happy to answer any questions relating to the car, Mr. Kersey."

Any questions related to the car? Does that mean he will refuse to answer any other questions?

The implication was not flying over his head, although he did not make cynical comments or investigate further. “What criteria must be met to win the World Car Award?” he asked, cutting straight into the chase.

Quinna was a little surprised. "You ... interested in that?"

Javier sees a gap to add another element to the conversation. “I'm also interested in you, but you wouldn't want to talk to me if that was the topic. That leaves me with nothing but a straight and serious business to talk about, you know?

“Sense of humor you have, Mr. Kersey,” reply Quinna, avoid other points easily. “There are many metrics to consider for each competitor. The look of the car, its performance, safety, comfort, affordability, and even the system. Sales, however, are not part of it. Of course, a bad sales figure may be..”.

She's speechless. He could not force himself to continue. The H7 model suffered from poor sales, and she couldn't help but remember what happened last time. There was only one H7 model shown during the motor—moment show that was too embarrassing to make anyone feel relieved.

That's not what Javier meant. He was only interested in the qualifications of a candidate, so he asked Quinna about that.

“There is only one: The car must be a new model that only entered the market within two years from the date of the current award ceremony. Everything else, like crash tests and such, is a requirement that need not be thought about anymore, but every factory has the facility to make sure of those things, Quinna” explained before commenting, “Hmm. You sound interested in the automotive industry.”

Javier avoided that sharp question by quipping. “You don't want to be interested in the things you're interested in!”

Quinna nodded and smiled. “You are sure to be a comedian in your spare time, Mr. Kersey.”

The conversation lasted a little longer before Javier said goodbye to Quinna. He got into the only flagship L5 model and got out of the factory.

Quinna considered the silhouette that moved away and furrowed her beautiful arched brows. Javier's a little funny, okay. He had studied it with horny eyes as if he was very interested in it, yet he always knew exactly where the humor lay. The way he went was also very short, as he did not extend his welcome. After all the banter, he didn't even ask for his phone number before he left.

Quinna has enough experience handling men who only care about her appearance and body. It had been quite a daily occurrence that she had developed 100 ways to dance around their efforts. But Javier? Jeez, he's like a 101-man man who's so unique and special that he's never even met anyone like him before.

Or could he play hard to get it?

Quinna was a little confused. Is this a ruse? Will he come back after a while with some reason about forgetting something before revealing that it was his phone number that he returned?

Ew. That's gonna be very lame.

“Yes geez. He's really paralyzed, isn't he? Looks can really be deceiving, "he muttered to himself while walking towards the car."

Welcome aboard! You're back so soon, Mr Kersey! He greeted her with laughter. "What's the problem? Have you forgotten something?”

Javier opens the door and steps out, shocked to see his car has its own car door light. Instead of projecting a car logo on it, the Chinese flag shines brightly from the floor.

Javier had seen projector lights in other cars before, but being greeted by a Chinese flag like this made his mood improve. Tastes good. Everyone could glance at him and feel an overwhelming pride as well.

"I'm not the one who forgets things" replied Quinna. "You, Miss Aurum."

Quinn smiled sweetly. “Ah, guess what. You'll tell me that I forgot to return your heart to you, right? I sure hope it's not that, sir, because with all due respect, it's just horrified. You wouldn't stoop to say something so horrified right now, would you?

Quinna believes she came back just to flirt, and to be honest, she has absolutely no interest in a trust fund, a would-be casanova like her. Such an attitude disgusted him so much that he did not even think of promoting his other car models for him even if he had the money to become a profitable customer.

His humiliation is evident in his answer, and one can argue that he may have broken the line of professionalism. But cool, suave Javier is on top of that, because the focus is on something else. “Please, Miss Aurum, show some respect. You and I are both representatives of national companies. We represent our company and our country just as we represent ourselves. I just came back because I need my temporary number plate.”

A new car still needs a temporary plate— as much as legally required. Driving a car without a car would be a crime.

Quinn's frozen. She ... told him to "show respect?"

Admittedly, he was a little unprofessional just now. In addition, Javier's request ultimately proved legitimate and reasonable. Any other client would not care about it because their wealth and connections gave them a small road right, and they often handled their felony charges with a well-connected phone and a little persuasion.

But Javier is different from all these people. He followed the law, and that meant getting his license plate. Of course, the deeper reason was that he needed it to use the freeway unhindered by the traffic police.

Quinna opened her mouth, but nothing came out. He doesn't know how to answer. In the end, all he can say is, “I am very sorry for my mistake, Mr. Kersey. I'll ask someone to take it immediately.”

He waved to one of the employees, who ran away on Quinna's orders.

Javier ignores him as they wait, instead focusing on the car. It met his demands very well, the specifications were tailored to his needs, and many other details had been changed as he wished.

A few minutes later, the plate arrived. Quinna took it out of the officer's hands. “I'm sorry, Mr. Kersey. My stupidity has taken up your precious time,” he said as he leaned towards the hood and stuck the plate onto the windshield of his car.

Javier smiles at her and thanks her before getting into his car. He lowered the window glass and stared intently at her. “So, Miss Aurum. Are you going to return the heart I accidentally left in your hands?”

Quinn's frozen. It was the exact same cheap pickup sentence he said he would use!

What now? Is he an honest teaser? Or was this the scornful mockery of his previous remark? Even the clever Quinna was not sure how to answer it.

Fortunately for him, he didn't need an answer from her, because he just left.

Of course, she left with the most tickling last words: “Hasta la vista, Miss Aurum. We'll meet again.”