Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 87: Invitation

Ryan thought for a moment and said, "Lyla, go take a look. Which car in here do you like?"

"Uh, sure… is that okay?"

Lyla’s heart raced as she grew nervous.

As soon as Yammir saw potential business, he immediately called over the top-rated salesman to accompany Lyla in checking out the cars.

Many of the vehicles from the last auto show were still on display here—hardly ever moved before being sent off to exhibitions in other cities.

Besides the SF90, there were quite a few other luxury cars available to choose from.

Lyla wasn’t exactly naive herself. After walking a few steps and making sure no one could overhear, she whispered to the salesman, "Sir, aside from the SF90, which car is the best?"

"This Ferrari 488, with full import tariffs and customizable interior, should be around 1.5 million dollars."

The salesman patiently explained, "If you prefer the SF90, you’d have to wait half a year."

"No, I just think this one is really good," Lyla decided without hesitation.

If possible, she would definitely choose this one—even though it was the second most expensive option. The crisis of the past few days had been weighing heavily on her.

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Talia’s unabashed allure and Yana’s utterly unrestrained humility seemed to mock her, making her feel like a fool.

Lyla had completely lost confidence. Although she was determined that she should do better, her competitors were simply too formidable. Rather than being blindly arrogant like Tina, it seemed wiser to seize every possible advantage.

"Ferrari 488…" Ryan murmured.

Back at the door, Yammir commented, "Bro, to be honest, the resale value on this car isn’t great, and the maintenance costs are about the same. You must be cautious when buying."

Ryan only glanced at her and asked, "Lyla, you really like this one?"

Lyla, though nervous, replied shyly, "Yes… there are so many cars in here. I don’t really understand all the specs—I just think this car looks good."

She was now quite worried; with the second-most expensive price tag, if she didn’t measure up to Yana in Ryan’s eyes, a single refusal might completely crush her dignity. After all, wealthy people aren’t fools—they understand the concept of cost-effectiveness.

With her head bowed so low that she dared not lift it, and even her breathing barely noticeable, Ryan pulled out his black card and said, "Yasmin, if this car is 1.5 million, just swipe 2 million into it and settle the interior options as well."

"Also, open two membership cards and load 1 million each into them for future maintenance."

Yammir took the card and handed it to an employee, sighing, "Ryan, I really don’t know how rich you are—you can’t even blink!"

Ryan winked playfully and joked, "I blinked; are you trying to give me a free ride?"

"Get lost, you little punk!"

Yammir laughed heartily. Selling two such top-tier luxury cars not only meant he made money—it also solidified his business reputation.

Lyla sat anxiously on the side when, suddenly, a soft hand grasped hers. Turning her head, she saw Yana holding her hand—not out of jealousy or displeasure, but simply as a gentle reassurance.

In a low voice, Yana said, "Don’t be nervous. Just sit tight. You wouldn’t want to embarrass Brother Ryan, would you?"

Her voice was so soft it was almost irritatingly condescending; Yana was the first to accept this advantage, and, of course, she was experienced.

Feeling a sudden warmth in her heart, Lyla’s voice trembled uncontrollably as she replied, "Sister Yana, I understand."

With a slight furrow of her delicate brows, Yana squeezed her hand a little tighter and, seizing the moment when no one was paying attention, leaned in close to whisper in her ear, "If you want to compete with me, you can do so later. Right now, you need to stay calm—otherwise… mismatched backgrounds and all that…"

At those words, Lyla suddenly felt as if a dam had burst inside her; in that instant, she became much more lucid. Yes, at a time like this she couldn’t afford to lose face—otherwise, she’d be mocked as a gold-digger.

At that moment, Yammir’s accountant chimed in with a laugh, "As expected, Brother Ryan, you’re the only one who buys luxury cars without financing. After working for so many years, only you are so loaded."

"Thank you for your hard work!"

"Not at all; it’s what I’m supposed to do. But with Brother Ryan buying cars outright like this, his wife (or mistress) is truly fortunate."

Whether it was his wife or his other partner, at least buying luxury cars with full payment wasn’t something one saw often.

Ryan coughed slightly and said, "Yana…"

Yana stood up with a cheerful smile. She knew it was time to tip; even though she wasn’t the one buying the car tonight, such generous opportunities were a perfect chance for her to shine.

Just as she stood up, Yammir said in a very serious tone, "Bro, we’re all family here—I won’t say anything more."

"One thing’s for sure: I know exactly what that little runt of Zaiden is up to, and I know exactly how you’re buttering me up over here."

"Regarding that matter, if you ever try to tip me again after your first car is delivered, I won’t hesitate to say a word."

"Who’s Zaiden?"

Lyla whispered the question quietly.

Yana, clearly pleased by Lyla’s innocent reaction, replied softly, "The young master of Domina…"

With an expression that was half amused and half exasperated, Ryan said, "This is my own business. Besides, if the car you received isn’t up to par or their service is lacking, I’ll complain. What does it matter?"

"If there’s any problem, don’t complain—I’ll chop your head off for you."

Yammir said very seriously, "No matter what, trust us. That’s all that matters."

"I’ll say this: if you don’t want to talk about it, then I won’t ask—but acting so distant is entirely your fault."

"Now there’s no beer left…"

Ryan didn’t say much more; indeed, the ice bucket was empty.

Yammir was momentarily taken aback, then burst into laughter. The son of the former richest man immediately went and grabbed a frozen Budweiser, opened it himself, and put it in the bucket.

He continued drinking from his bottle. After a while, Yammir asked, "Bro, are you going to Domina’s charity gala this weekend?"

Ryan paused, then laughed, "Go to it? As if—I’m such a poor guy. Doesn’t that event come with an invitation?"

Yammir was startled for a moment, then said, "Exactly—since you’re not even a local, you probably wouldn’t receive a wide-range invitation."

"Alright, according to my group and Zaiden’s side, we’ll team up and send you a proper invitation, okay?"