When Jason paid the full $375,000 for the luxury SUV in a single transaction, the entire staff at the Quinn Motors dealership froze.
Even the front desk assistant, Emily Cross, stared blankly for a moment before muttering, "No way… Did he really just buy that G-Wagon outright?"
Courtney—one of the sales reps—let out a breath and replied with a wry smile, "That's not normal. You think selling luxury cars is easy? It's like trying to convince a hundred people just to get one yes. Most folks who walk in here treat you like you're invisible. I've never met anyone like him in all my years here."
Courtney leaned in, whispering, "I'm starting to think all those rumors about him being broke were way off. The dude just casually bought a Mercedes-AMG G63. That's not just 'I had a good quarter' money."
Brielle Quinn. "That story's been around since college. Nobody's ever said otherwise, so people just assumed it was true. Either he was faking it the whole time… or something big just happened—like an inheritance or hitting the crypto jackpot."
Courtney snorted. "Faking poverty for three years? That's some next-level hobby. And even if he did win big, most people wouldn't drop that kind of money on a car unless they hit billionaire status overnight."
Quinn gave a small smile. "Either way, not our business. Let's not go jumping to conclusions."
Within a few hours, Quinn had helped Jason finalize the inspection, insurance, and temporary tags. The DMV license plates would be mailed in a few days. Everything was surprisingly smooth, and by noon, the G-Wagon was ready to roll.
"Mind if we add each other on Insta?" Quinn said casually. "Easier for updates on the license plate and all."
After they exchanged handles, Jason asked, "Do you think the G63's rear compartment has enough space for a bike? I've got one I need to bring with me."
Quinn smiled. "Fold down the back row of seats, and it'll fit no problem."
She personally helped him rearrange the interior, while one of the male staff joined in to help load the sleek new hybrid bike Jason had bought earlier.
"By the way," Jason said as they finished, "I haven't actually driven since I got my license. I'm a bit rusty, to be honest. Do you guys offer any kind of ride-along service? I'd pay for it, just need someone to keep me calm while I head to Union Trade Center."
Union Trade Center—Denver's trendiest mega mall—was the perfect stage for Jason's debut. It made yesterday's suburban mall look like a gas station convenience store.
Quinn blinked. "We don't offer a service like that, really. But I'm almost done for the day… and my roommate Courtney and I were actually planning to go there to check out some sales. Would you mind if we tagged along?"
Jason grinned. "The more, the merrier. Having two lovely ladies in the car? I think I can handle that."
Courtney practically beamed. Jason had just called her "lovely," and even though she knew she wasn't supermodel material, the compliment hit home. Unfortunately for her, the system didn't register any affection points—her appearance hadn't crossed the required threshold.
Still, Jason didn't say it for nothing. After all, if you wanted to win the heart of a girl, warming up her best friend first was an age-old strategy. Best friend approval could make or break your game.
Once Quinn wrapped up her tasks, the three climbed into the G63—Quinn in the front seat, Courtney in the back.
"Don't stress," Quinn said kindly. "You've got the controls, just take it slow. Driving's like riding a bike—once you get used to it, it'll come back fast."
Jason nodded. Despite his nerves, having two pretty girls in the car gave him an odd sense of calm. It was like his courage scaled with passenger count.
He didn't try to show off—no reckless speeds, no sudden braking. Just a slow, steady ride down the highway. After a few miles, as he relaxed, the G-Wagon began to glide smoother under his control.
Behind him, a pickup tried to tailgate, clearly annoyed at his slow pace. But when the driver caught sight of the Mercedes logo and matte-black finish, they backed off quick. Nobody wanted to risk bumping a $375,000 beast.
"Are we in a rush?" Jason asked after a while.
"Nope," Quinn replied. "We're off the clock."
Without warning, Jason made a turn onto a narrow scenic route beside the South Platte River. The women blinked in surprise.
"This trail loops around to Union Trade too," Jason explained. "Little detour, but the riverside view and air quality are totally worth it."
Sure enough, the path was beautiful. Willows swayed gently in the wind, the river sparkled in the midday sun, and birds swooped gracefully above the water.
The girls fell quiet, admiring the peacefulness. Emily snapped a few pictures for her story. Quinn turned slightly toward Jason, smiling.
[System Notification: Affection +5 — Quinn Blake]
Jason blinked. Huh? That earned points? He hadn't done it for her—this was just his usual route when he wanted a moment of peace. But clearly, the simple gesture of sharing something beautiful had left an impression.
It reinforced a valuable truth.
Don't act like a servant in dating.Don't try to "win" her.Just enjoy the moment together.Be polite. Be natural. Be yourself.And always—always—have the looks and means to back it up.
After forty minutes of easy cruising, they rolled into the underground garage of Union Trade Center and found a spacious parking spot. Jason's parking was clean and controlled—he was improving already.
Upstairs, the trio started browsing the high-end stores together. Jason didn't splurge or try to buy anyone's affection. He just played it cool, occasionally treating them to small things like milk tea when they stopped to rest.
This wasn't about simping—it was about having fun, the same way friends do on a day out.
Of course, the main goal of today was flexing the wealth, and this was the right stage to do it. But Jason had learned not to rush it. Forced acts of grandeur would only come off as desperate.
They had just walked into the fashion wing when a voice called out from behind:
"Quinn?"
The group turned around. Approaching them were a guy in a green polo and a woman on his arm. The guy's eyes lit up at the sight of Quinn, but the moment he noticed Jason standing beside her—tall, cool, and confident—his face soured instantly.
That kind of hostility couldn't be hidden, even if he tried.