Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 82 Sales Performance

The car exhibition ended successfully.

Jackson called Emily many times. Except for the first call that was hung up, the rest went straight to voicemail as her phone was switched off.

He persisted in calling.

Wilson watched him, feeling anxious. But he knew better than anyone that Jackson was like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. He touched his nose, silently standing by, too afraid to speak.

The crowds at the car exhibition had dispersed, and the sales manager came in cheerfully to report. As soon as he entered, Wilson intercepted him, quickly covering his mouth and gesturing for silence. The sales manager nodded, indicating he understood, and Wilson released him.

"All the cars exhibited today were sold out. There were also many new orders..." The sales manager enthusiastically tapped the folder in his hands.

Wilson signed.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Jackson's current demeanor wouldn't allow him to be happy even if all his cars were sold out.

"What's wrong?" The sales manager also noticed Jackson's gloomy expression and asked Wilson in a lowered voice.

Wilson shrugged. "Who knows? He chased after Emily in a hurry today, and he's been like this since he got back."

"Emily? Which Emily?" The sales manager frowned. "Isn't she our makeup artist?"

Wilson wrinkled his brow. "Yes, exactly."

The sales manager slapped his forehead. "Oh, right, I remember now. She's the one who did a stint as a car model, right? Many people were asking me for her contact information today."

Wilson sighed helplessly. "I'm starting to regret bringing her to work in our company. She's very beautiful, skilled in makeup, and has a good personality, but she's too attractive to men. Now even our boss is attracted to her!"

"To be honest, beautiful women are big trouble. When Emily first came, she was dressed so plainly, but the next day, she transformed. Not to mention our boss, many wealthy men can't take their eyes off her with just one glance." Wilson shrugged. "It's a pity. I think Emily seems to have no interest in our boss at all. Our boss loves a girl, but it seems to end in heartbreak."

The sales manager gasped. "Really? She actually rejected our boss's advances? Does she want a richer man?"

"I don't think so," Wilson said. "She doesn't seem like a gold digger. I guess she has someone in her heart, so she keeps rejecting our boss."

As they were talking, they saw Jackson walking towards them with a dark expression.

They quickly fell silent.

Jackson glanced at the sales manager and frowned. "Speak."

"Uh?"

Jackson was impatient. "The sales situation today."

"Oh, right," the sales manager quickly spread out the folder in front of him and reported, "Today, a total of twelve car models were exhibited and each model was sold on the spot. Over two hundred cars were pre-ordered..."

Wilson also leaned over to take a look, his eyes widening. "Does everyone love off-road vehicles? I thought the sales of off-road vehicles would be much lower compared to sedans."

"The main reasons are twofold," the sales manager explained. "Firstly, many people came specifically for the previous car model. They kept asking about her when buying cars. The other reason is because of Mr. Morgan. He bought the most expensive car. He's a famous designer, and many real estate companies want to collaborate with him. So, many people came to buy cars to establish connections with him."

Jackson sneered, "So, they didn't come for me?"

Half of these customers came for Emily, and the other half came for Logan Morgan. It seemed like none of them were interested in his designs.

The sales manager awkwardly chuckled, "Well, not entirely, of course, your designs are really good too..."

Wilson quickly nudged him, signaling him to shut up.

The sales manager touched his nose, lowered his head, and dared not speak again, waiting for Jackson's next instructions.

"Make a list," Jackson handed the folder back to the sales manager, "Write down everyone who inquired about Emily, and make it clear."

The sales manager nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I'll do that right away. I didn't expect a makeup artist to drive so many sales. Should we give her a raise?"

"Did I say to give her a raise?"

"Uh? Then, you want me to compile this list..."

"Remember these names. In the future, none of these people could buy a car from me."

"Huh?" The sales manager was dumbfounded. "But..."

Jackson quickly left the backstage, leaving the sales manager and Wilson staring at each other.

"Wilson, what does this mean? Why doesn't our boss sell cars to these people?"

Wilson took the folder from him, brows raised. "What else could it mean? imagine you open a store, and everyone only comes to buy stuff because your wife is attractive. Would you be happy?"

"Well, of course not!"

"Exactly, our boss is feeling the same way now," Wilson sighed lightly. "In the future, we really shouldn't underestimate Emily. Did anyone buy the car damaged by Mr. Morgan's son?" The sales manager frowned at the mention of that, "No, that car was completely ruined. Who would want it in that state? To be honest, I've never seen such a misbehaved kid..."