Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 40: Car Deal

The city's wealthiest had a way of marking their presence. Not in words, but in machines.

Outside Monarch Motors, the street gleamed with symbols of affluence. There were multiple beautiful cars showcased in front of the large building.

Rolls-Royces idling under the sun, Ferraris humming as they slipped into traffic, Bentley owners waiting for valet service to return their keys.

Even the sidewalk seemed to carry a scent of money — expensive cologne, leather seats, the faint, intoxicating smell of burnt rubber from cars too powerful for the roads they were confined to.

Los Alverez was a beautiful city of wealth, extravagance and the celebrity lifestyle.

The dealership itself was no different. It was a statement of its own.

Glass and steel stretched high, the architecture sleek, modern for its time and deliberately designed to mirror the very products it sold.

Inside, luxury cars sat on raised platforms under golden spotlights, polished to a mirror sheen.

There was no loud music, no gaudy advertisements, only the soft hum of expensive conversations, whispered negotiations, and the quiet hiss of champagne being poured for VIP clients.

Darren Steele stepped out of the private taxi he'd chauffeured, adjusting the cuff of his Tom Ford suit.

The Red Fang loan repayment was in two days and he needed to not only arrive there in style but also in presence.

Loan sharks were very used to being bullies and extortionists. If he presented himself as someone who couldn't be bullied to pay more than was initially agreed, then they would most likely back off.

If they didn't, he had his plan with Kara.

Once he was close enough to the front door of the company, the Investor System declared with a ding that the Insight Protocol was ready.

The interface appeared before him:

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┏Insight Protocol Complete: Information on Monarch Motors is as follows┛

┏Estimated Value: $320 million┛

┏Primary Business: Luxury and exotic car sales, limited edition imports, celebrity and high-net-worth clientele┛

┏Owner: Formerly Victor Mathis (Deceased, 2 days ago)┛

┏Current Status: Ownership is being contested by his children, Alexander and Juliet Mathis. Disputes over business direction may lead to instability in pricing and negotiations.┛

┏Public Reception: ★★★★★┛

┏Tactics: Overprices rare models due to exclusivity, pressures buyers into unnecessary add-ons, prioritizes personal relationships with wealthy clients over standard buyers.┛

┏System's Advice: Use the dealership's internal instability as leverage in negotiations. Prices may be more flexible than usual. Be wary of hidden fees.┛

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Darren absorbed the information in silence.

So the owner was dead. That explained the slightly uneasy energy in the showroom. With the children fighting for control there could be a possibility that many of the cars present would want to be sold quickly in case a new management had a different approach.

A perfect weakness.

It was interesting how many companies and businesses were actually in a fragile state of ownership.

What would be a more profitable property to purchase? A college or a car dealership?

Darren left that thought for later when he would delve into more solid investments. He stepped inside and was instantly met with an auburn haired, office dressed woman.

On the side of her chest was a tag that read Lana Marchesi.

She was straightforward looking, sharp-featured, and wearing an elegant black pencil dress. The look on her face exuded the polished confidence of someone who dealt with millionaires daily.

Darren saw her sized him up in a single glance.

'Young. Too young.' That was her thought. Despite the suit, the watch, the way he carried himself, there was no recognition in her eyes. He was an unknown.

In Monarch Motors, they greatly prioritized established millionaires and billionaires. So not only did she not know who this young man was, but he seemed too young to be even serious about buying anything.

She saw these types occasionally. Sons of businessmen, trust fund brats looking to impress. They walked in with big expectations, only to vanish the moment price negotiations began.

But anyway, she wasn't paid to judge. So, she flashed a well-practiced smile.

"Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to Monarch Motors. How may I assist you?"

Darren only gave a solid short glance before replying, "I'm here to buy a car."

Something flickered in her eyes — amusement, disbelief, maybe.

"Of course," she said smoothly. "And what kind of car are you looking for today?"

Darren reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded list. Without a word, he handed it to her.

Lana hesitated before taking it from him, unfolding it carefully. Her eyebrows lifted.

It was a list of cars that appeared to have been written with some careful thought.

'Lamborghini Aventador

Ferrari 458 Italia

McLaren MP4-12C

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Aston Martin One-77'

For the first time, her professional mask cracked.

She looked up at him, the faintest trace of skepticism in her expression. "You're interested in… all of these?"

Darren simply nodded. "That's why you have that note."

Lana's smile turned syrupy, like someone indulging a child's fantasy. "That's quite the selection, Mr…?"

"Steele."

"Mr. Steele," she repeated, as if tasting the name. "Forgive me, but these aren't exactly… entry-level sports cars. If you're looking for something a bit more—"

Darren cut her off. "I didn't come here for suggestions. I came to drive."

He slipped one hand into his pocket, the other holding his briefcase. "I was told Monarch Motors had a good variety of beautiful cars, and they would certainly have everything in that list. You do have them, right?"

Lana nodded affirmatively. "Of course. We at Monarch Motors take great pride in our diversities."

"Good. I'll test drive them." Darren demanded.

She hesitated first then looked up at his eyes. "Will you be paying in cash or by financing, sir?"

Darren, noticing the bright green of her eyes, looked down at his unpocketed hand. "I brought a briefcase with me."

There was a pause.

Her gaze rested at the briefcase first, then she smiled, reassessing. She looked up at him once more.

The suit, the watch, the absolute lack of hesitation in his tone. Still, she remained skeptical.

"I'll need to verify some things first. High-performance vehicles require proof of financial standing before test drives. You understand."

Darren didn't blink. "Run it."

Lana exhaled, tapping the screen of her tablet. "One moment."

As she worked, Darren's system continued to drop fun facts about Monarch Motors including one that suggested that Mr Victor Mathis before his death had been great friends with Doctor Leonard Holloway.

Holloway had also been the one who had handled his surgeries and treatments before death.

Lana returned a few minutes later with news that the cars were now ready for test drive.

"Great," Darren nodded. "Let's start."