Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 22

After the woman walked into the store, she did not even bother to try anything on and just asked the

shop assistant to put it into her cart.

"I want this too." The woman walked in front of Yvonne when she so happened to be taking a piece of

clothing to try on. She never thought that it would have been taken by the woman.

Shop assistants usually provided simpering services when dealing with such generous customers. On

the one hand, Yvonne had already tried on quite a few items, yet she had no intention of buying them.

Thus, she was nothing to the shop assistant.

"All right."

"What on earth? My friend took this first." Yvonne did not get a chance to speak before Linda stepped

up first to aggressively ask the shop assistant.

The pretty woman looked at Linda; her arrogant face wearing a disdainful smile. "I've never tried on

anything whenever I buy clothes. It's all because of people like you. Trying this and that-who knows

what kind of germs have contaminated the clothes?"

"It's not ridiculous to try on clothing when shopping," Linda retorted. "How would we know if it suits us if

w e don't try it on?" "If it suits you?" the woman said, smiling. "If it doesn't

suit you, just throw it away. Women buy clothes to find the feel of spending money. Oh, sorry. You

probably won't understand." i

Linda was so furious that steam practically escaped from her ears.

"I want to buy this," Yvonne said.

The woman cast Yvonne a scornful look. "Ask her if she should sell it to me or you."

Once those words left her mouth, the woman returned her attention to the shop assistant. "If you're

going to sell this to her, don't bother wrapping up the clothes I asked you to hold for me just now," she

said.

"This lady said that she wanted to buy this first," the shop assistant said without hesitation. "Please

select another item.”

"Why do you have to be such a snob?" Linda huffed angrily. "She’s a customer, but we're customers

too."

The corners of the shop assistant’s lips quirked upward. "Customers are classified according to their

financial class,” she said, a small smile on her face." Can you two compare to this lady's buying

power?"

The pretty woman was so delighted that she grinned when she heard that. "Don’t embarrass yourself

any further, and check what's in your purse first, then see i f you can compete with me."

At this moment, the man wearing the thick gold chain walked to the pretty woman's side. "What are all

of you wasting your breath for? Cash is king. Do you have it? Even if you want to be a king, you've got

to bring out the gold and the goods."

Linda's expression contorted in pure fury. She knew from a glance that this pretty woman was a sugar

baby. She resented being stepped all over by a woman like this. However, how could she compete with

that ostentatiously rich b*stard in terms of financial standing?

Yvonne was from the Sue family, but she received a regular paycheck like any other salary worker. Her

family was not extremely wealthy either. Although she was a project manager now, she had only been

one for a few days. She had not received the money that came along with her position.

"You-"

She did not get to complete her sentence when Samuel abruptly stood up and interrupted her. "You'll

sell it to whoever buys the most?"

The nouveau riche man sneered at Samuel. "What now? You want to play with me?" he said.

Yvonne hurried over to his side. "Samuel," she whispered, "don't look down on them."

She did not want him to act on impulse. This nouveau riche clearly had money. They could not

compete with him.

He flashed her a gentle smile. "I'll let you have it so long as you like it."

Yvonne was stunned for a moment when she heard the conviction in his tone. It was like that time

when h e sent her that text when he told her that his grandmother would personally visit her. She chose

to trust him both times. She had the same feeling that day.

Linda did not think that Samuel was so rich that he could compete with the nouveau riche pig. She

walked to Samuel's side. "Don't try and boast something you don't have. Forget about comparing your

financial status with him." 2

"Young man, I advise you to listen to your friend," the nouveau riche man said smugly. "The only one

who will be embarrassed from this is you.” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

The pretty woman thought that Samuel was attractive enough. It was a pity that one glance told her

that he was a poor b*stard. He did not fulfill her criteria for a life partner.

"Aren’t you going to throw these unruly customers out?" the pretty woman said to the shop assistant. "

They're harassing me. If this goes on, I might just shop somewhere else.”

The shop assistant did not want to lose such bigshot customers. She would rather offend Samuel and

the two women.

"Please leave this shop. You're not welcome here,” the assistant told Samuel.

"I want everything you have in this store," Samuel replied. "But help me throw out these two unruly

customers as well."

Shock jolted up Yvonne's spine when she heard that. Everything! How much money would he have to

spend? There was no way that he had that much money.

"Samuel, have you gone nuts? Do you know how much all of this costs?" Yvonne said quickly.

Linda also thought that he was off his rockers. He was just the Sues son-in-law. Even if he had some

money o f his own, there was no way he had that much.

The nouveau riche man burst into laughter when he heard those words. "All right. I'll watch as you take

the bill. If you can really take out that much money, I'll literally roll out of here. How about that?"

The pretty woman giggled uncontrollably as if she was watching a sitcom. "I’ve never seen such a poor

yet prideful person like you before. Do you know what the consequences of boasting are?" 1

The shop assistant too did not believe that Samuel had the buying power because she had seen many

wealthy people before. Samuel was complete trash in her eyes.

"We just took stock today. You don't have to count if you really want to buy everything here," the shop

assistant said, as if it was a joke. "The total bill will come to four hundred and sixty-three thousand and

eight hundred dollars. I'll give you a discount. I'll

contribute eight hundred. How does that sound?"

Samuel flashed a mirthless smile. "And all the commission will go to her," he said.

He pointed at another shop assistant. She was the only one who did not wear a disdainful expression

from beginning to the end.

When Samuel walked toward the cashier, Yvonne and Linda were so anxious that they stood rooted to

their spots. The nouveau riche man and the pretty woman observed how Samuel had so much

confidence, and even they started to grow apprehensive.

He could not have had the money to take up the bill, could he?

His credit card had been given to Liam!