The S Class I Raised Novels & Stories

she says thoughtfully. "Have you seen his car though?" I ask "Yeah, costs at least 150 000 bucks" Brit confirms. "It's the latest...." I start but Brit cuts me off "..Mercedes-Benz, the C-Class, I know" "Mercedes-Benz?" I blurt out, shocked by this revelation. "Yeah, isn't that what you meant?" asks Brit with furrowed brows "It totally was, of course" I lie. Why am I lying? I don't know.

It flustered the latter and the man glared back at Javier. “Bullsh*t! Since when do I not have enough money? Money’s all I have! It’s just a stupid car. How much would it cost me? It’s like a drop in the ocean for me! “Do you think everyone here’s like you? Spending so much time here just to find some stupid A-Class that’s over 30 thousand dollars? Good job!

“Did you ever see his face?” “No.” “License plate?” I shake my head slowly. “I never thought much about it… All I remember is the car. It was a Mercedes S-Class, so whoever he is, he has money. Unless he was just a driver.” “I doubt it,” Adrian says immediately. “Those wellness retreats are expensive. If she attended regularly, they definitely had money.” Gunner folds his arms thoughtfully. “You think the husband is involved too?”

Her eyes lingered on Olivia with contempt, treating her like a filthy creature. "Fine," I said cheerfully. Feeling a little anxious, Olivia clutched my shirt tightly. I gently patted her head, trying to comfort her. "As for these two," I continued, "send them back where they came from. I've been the sole breadwinner all these years. There's no reason I should raise two children who aren't mine." Jessica stared at me in disbelief, unable to grasp how the normally easygoing, agreeable man she knew could suddenly become so resolute.

He was trying to get a reaction out of me, and I wouldn’t fall for it. “I can see you still stink of arrogance,” I said coolly. “Money can never buy class. Even with all your wealth, your rotten character still makes you look like a pauper. No, wait—a pauper still has better character than you. You think and act like a church rat. You don’t fit in here, where men and women of class stand.” Jason let out a low chuckle. “If I don’t have class, then who in this room does? Maybe being in that mental home tampered with your memory.”

I did not miss the fact that the driver checked if whether I was comfortable before starting the car. “Whose car is this?” It was a Mercedes Benz Maybach s-class 680 model. The interior was top notch with loaded tech. It was black in color. My favorite color. “It is Master’s car. He has never let any one else sit in his car. I am the only who can drive it when he is not available. This car is off limits. I guess you are special ma’am” the driver left me speechless as he informed me that particular information. I don’t know if I was stupid enough to believe the driver’s words. I am sure he is mistaken.

Marco asked. I shot Alexander an amused look. "Told you," I whispered. "Water is fine," I said to Marco. "I've selected several models that might interest Mrs. Carter," Marco said, leading us deeper into the showroom. "Based on Mr. Carter's specifications." "And what specifications were those?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at Alexander. "Elegant but not flashy. Powerful but not ostentatious. Safe but fun to drive," Alexander replied smoothly. Marco gestured to a sleek silver sedan. "The Mercedes S-Class. A classic choice, refined and understated with all the luxury features."

The part still vibrating from the strange lightness of this morning? Honk, honk Else. At the far end of the lot, leaned over the steering wheel of a sleek, metallic S-Class convertible Mercedes-Benz. The one I bought her years ago. It still gleamed as if new. The sunlight bounced off its curves, making the vehicle look almost liquid in motion. She looked vibrant behind the wheel, her presence bold and unapologetic. This was only the second time I had seen her drive it.

"Sean Barkley, let me make one thing clear. Jon is the only son of the Small family. If anything happens to him, I won't let you—" Before he could finish, Esther nudged his arm. Only then did he realize he had reacted too emotionally. He quickly corrected himself. "Sean, what I mean is, I practically raised Jon myself. It's only natural for me to worry. In the future, if you need to go somewhere, have a driver take you. Don't let Jon drive you anymore." I pried his fingers off my collar, using more force than necessary. William stumbled backward and landed on the floor. "You pushed me!" He then immediately turned to Esther and cried, "Esther, look! He pushed me!"