The rich man could not afford to offend a man like Samuel!
He walked back into the store. He then proceeded to roll out of the store like a ball of flesh.
"I'm sorry," the nouveau riche man said. "I was wrong."
The pretty woman felt as though her face had been completely ripped off her body. "Are you insane?" she snarled at the nouveau riche man. "You do whatever h e tells you to. Are you a dog?"
A flash of fury creased between the nouveau riche man's brows. He directed a cutting glare at the pretty woman. "What f*cking nonsense are you going on about? Who are you to speak here? Talk, talk, talk.
Yak, yak, yak.”
Yvonne and Linda were confused. Sure, the nouveau riche pig rolled out of the store. Now he lashed out in anger. Was he suffering from a brain aneurysm? He did say that he would get out of the store if Samuel could pay, but even if he did not fulfill his promise, no one would do anything against him.
The pretty woman buried her face in her palms, not daring to speak another word of nonsense. She could lie in the nouveau riche man’s lap and simper, but she knew that she was only a mistress. He could drop her anytime if he really got angry.
"I'm sorry," the pretty woman apologized toward the nouveau riche man.
"If there’s nothing else, Mr. Hannigan, may I take my leave first?" the nouveau riche man asked Samuel, his tone dripping with imploration.
Samuel nodded his head. Only then did he bring the pretty woman out of the store with him.
Linda gulped. Her intuition told her that this incident was not simply tied to how Samuel had paid the bill. The nouveau riche pig was clearly terrified of him.
Yet he was the infamous b*stard of Cloud City who married into the Sues. Everyone took him as a joke. How could anyone be afraid of him?
"Mr. Hannigan, I apologize for my behavior and words just now,” the shop assistant from before said to him, bowing deeply. "It's my fault."
Samuel gave her a frosty side-glance. "All these clothes are yours," he said to Yvonne. "What do you want to do with them?"
Yvonne looked as though she were still caught in a dream. However, she was not thinking about how he spent that much money in one shot. She was thinking about the credit card’s PIN number-it was their wedding anniversary, and it was coming soon. He had set it as his credit card’s PIN number-an occasion that she never bothered to take seriously.
"I-I don't know either." Yvonne flashed a rueful smile.
It would take a long time before she finished wearing s o many clothes.
"Both of you have different sizes, right?” Samuel glanced at Linda. He surmised that they were slightly different in size, judging from their body.
Linda bobbed her head.
"Take out all the clothing in their size," Samuel told the shop assistant. "We don't want the rest.”
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