My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1302

Chapter: 1302

Bart’s eyes shone brightly, showing his infatuation with the car.

“How much is this car?” Sanford asked, his voice steady.

The salesman promptly answered, “2.6 million.”

A frown creased Sanford’s brow, indicating some degree of dissatisfaction.

Quick on his feet, Remy interjected. “Mr. Robles, being a close acquaintance of our boss, we can offer

you a discount of 15%.

Naturally, we can explore other options if this model doesn’t meet your expectations. For instance, the

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M7 offers exceptional value for money at a more modest price point.”

Having spent nearly half a decade as a manager, Remy had developed a knack for reading between

the lines.

He noticed the subtle chemistry between Sanford and Maggie.

Regardless of their wealth, men generally weren’t very generous towards their mistresses.

He assumed Sanford might find it unreasonably lavish to purchase a car worth 2.6 million for a lover.

However, Sanford’s next words Left Remy flabbergasted. “This car is too cheap. Do you have

something better?”

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“Yes, certainly.” Remy nodded. “We do have higher-end models, but they are made-to-order. Would

you prefer we adjourn to the VIP room to discuss these further?”

The willingness to shell out such an astronomical sum for a woman’s car only confirmed that Maggie

held an exceptional status in Sanford’s life.

Sanford was about to consent when Maggie, who had remained silent until then, gently tugged at his

sleeve.

“Isn’t this car rather too expensive? Couldn’t we opt for a regular car worth a dozen or so thousand

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dollars?”

2.6 million!

And he wasn’t content with it, wishing to purchase something even more extravagant?

This was beyond her wildest dreams!

Lowering his gaze to meet hers, Sanford gently ruffled her hair, a fond smile on his Lips.

“There you go again. Do you really expect me to buy a car for my girlfriend for just a few tens of

thousands? Who are you trying to embarrass?”

“Mere transport, nothing fancy,” Maggie noted, her Lips pursed. “I’m not a tycoon; I don’t need a high-

end ride.”

Sanford couldn’t help but chuckle. “So, you’re not a mogul, but you are my girl. You deserve only the

best.”

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