When Harry Hunter came to see Ben Hunter at noon, he was met with Benjamin King's resentful gaze.
"What's up? Why are you looking at me like that?" That look, if someone didn't know any better, they'd think he had abandoned him.
"Bro, where did you find your wife? Introduce me to someone too. If I don't get married soon, my grandpa's going to kill me with his nagging!"
"Picked her up at the parking lot. She smashed my car; I happened to need a wife, so I lured her home."
Benjamin King was dumbfounded: "That's possible?!"
Why hasn't a beauty smashed his car?
Could it be that his car isn't flashy enough?
"Wait a minute, that's not right. I remember you've been driving that Maybach all along, and it's perfectly fine!"
"I have lots of cars. Your sister-in-law smashed the cheapest one—a Land Rover."
"Alright, thanks, bro. I'll go buy a Land Rover right away!" So it's not that his car isn't flashy enough; it's too flashy! He needs to get something low-key!
