My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 76

Chapter 76: Unfair Luck
“Why are we here?” Asher asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

He had expected to go straight to the hospital, but Lucy insisted on stopping at a car dealership instead.

As they entered, his eyes scanned the showroom—rows of sleek cars on display, each gleaming under the lights.

“Are you buying a car?” he asked.

“I don’t need a car.” Lucy paused, scanning the display before turning back to Asher. “But you do. It’s a hassle calling the Yamagi family for a ride every time.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out something.

“And when I looked through this, I noticed you have a driver’s license.'”

“My wallet!” he exclaimed, his eyes widening. He thought he had lost it for good, but she had been holding onto it all along.

Lucy giggled and didn’t hand it back. Instead, she rummaged through her red satchel bag and pulled out a new wallet.

It had a snake-like pattern, and upon closer inspection, he saw it was made from real snake leather. It was expensive, no doubt.

“This is yours now,” she said, handing it to him. “I can’t have you looking poor. I’ve already transferred all your IDs inside”

He thanked her and accepted the gift. By now, he was used to her tendency to give him expensive things.

“Now, what car do you like?” she asked.

He was about to say something, but before he could get the words out, a beautiful saleswoman appeared, her smile wide and bright.

“Hi, my name is Elena. I’m one of the sales representatives,” she said, her voice warm and friendly. Her brown eyes, curly hair, and long eyelashes gave her an appearance that didn’t match her role. She looked more like a model than a salesperson.

As she continued, her gaze was glued to Asher. She tilted her head slightly, eyes bright with interest, and even stepped a little closer.

Her tone became sweeter as she addressed him again.

“Do you have a particular model you’re interested in? I’ll be happy to assist you, ” she asked, her eyes never fully leaving him.

He paused, caught off guard. In the past, he would’ve brushed off her flirting, but now, it took more effort to stay composed.

In the end, though, he managed to keep his head cool.

Lucy, however, wasn’t impressed. She raised an eyebrow and shot Elena a look that could freeze flames.

“We want a male representative.” Her voice was firm, with a hint of irritation and possessiveness.

Elena blinked, a bit taken aback, but quickly regained her composure.

“Of course, no problem,” she replied, her eyes lingering on Asher a moment longer than necessary before she turned away.

Asher, caught in the middle of it all, waited there uncomfortably, feeling the tension in the air .

Lucy crossed her arms, clearly annoyed by the attention he was getting.

Now that he was no longer her servant, he was free to leave her whenever he wanted, and that thought made her a bit more protective.

“Why did you look so happy when she was looking at you?” She turned toward him, studying his face.

“I didn’t even smile,”

She shot him a look that said, Don’t you dare give me a valid and logical reason

Asher sighed, deciding it was best to stay shut the fuck up.

After a few seconds, a male representative appeared, his eyes practically popping out of his head as he stared at Lucy. He froze, looking like he’d just seen a celebrity.

Lucy glanced at Asher, expecting some sign of jealousy, but his expression was as blank as ever.

For a moment, she felt a pang in her chest—was she expecting too much?

She quickly hid it , but her eyes showed a flicker of disappointment before she turned away.

The representative cleared his throat, trying to compose himself after the obvious shock. He smiled at Lucy, but his eyes were still a little wide.

“So, what kind of car are you looking for?” he asked, his voice a bit more exited than necessary.

“He’ll pick the car,” Lucy pointed to Asher.

The salesman turned his attention to him, taking in the expensive clothes and accessories.

‘A spoiled rich kid. Bet he’s just using his money to show off to her. Typical. ‘ He rolled his eyes mentally. ‘Probably inherited everything from his rich parents and now he’s pretending to be somebody.’

The salesman maintained a friendly smile, but inwardly, jealousy gnawed at him.

It wasn’t just the clothes, the watch or the woman—something about the whole scene made him feel like the world was unfair.

Asher, completely unaware of the badmouthing being directed his way, paused for a moment, torn between his options.

‘Should I go for an SUV or a sedan?’ he muttered to himself.

Both had their perks, but he couldn’t quite decide which one was right.

‘I need to pick carefully. She done so much for me. The least I can do is be a good driver and pick a comfortable car.’

“I want to see all your options first. Let me see your SUV,”

The salesman grinned to himself, already plotting to show only the most expensive model.

He figured Asher, eager to impress, would feel compelled to buy it—after all, what better way to show off than with a flashy car?

“This way, Sir, Ma’am,” the salesman nodded enthusiastically, leading them toward the showroom’s far corner where the most expensive SUVs were displayed.

He gestured grandly toward a sleek, high-end model car.

The SUV’s exterior featured a sleek black finish with extensive carbon fiber detailing, from the hood to the aggressive front splitter and side skirts.

Its sharp, angular headlights and bold grille added to the intimidating presence. Every detail of the car screamed luxury and power, blending the elegance of an exotic car with the practicality of an SUV.

“This is our latest Lamero Urus,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “It’s the first SUV from Lamero—until now, they’ve only made supercars and exotics. But they’ve entered the SUV market, and this beauty is powered by a 4.0-liter twin-turbo Z8 engine. Truly top of the line.”

The salesman continued his spiel, but his words were useless.

Lucy barely paid attention, her expression indifferent.

Asher, on the other hand, tried to follow along, but some of the fancy-sounding terminology went right over his head.

But there was one thing he couldn’t deny—the car looked amazing.

Lucy noticed his lingering gaze and raised an eyebrow, catching on.

“Do you want this?” she asked.

Asher nodded, then turned to the salesman. “How much is this?”

The salesman’s face lit up. “It’s only 22 million credits, sir,”

Asher’s eyes went wide, his jaw almost dropping at the price.

“I—”

“We’ll buy it,” Lucy interrupted, cutting him off as she handed a sleek black card.

The R logo on it was unmistakable—the Royal Bank, known for its unlimited credit limit.

The salesman’s hands trembled as he reached for the card. Even in a place like this, only a few people had the privilege of pulling out such a card.

But what shocked him the most was the realization that he had completely misunderstood.

Asher wasn’t the rich kid buying Lucy with his money—it was the other way around.