Super CEO Daddy And His Baby Triplets novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9 What I Hate Most Is Mistress 

"Eh..." 

Without waiting for Jocelyn to explain, Calvin asked again, "Do you think I am short of money? My wife only wears clothes worth dozens of dollars. It’s shameful! Are you looking down on me?" 

"No..." 

"Then hurry up and buy some!" 

The last thing Calvin needed was money, and the only thing he lacked was a wife who was good at spending money. 

Oh my god! 

What great pressure it was to be the wife of the richest man? 

She shouldn’t refuse to buy clothes, should she? 

Sensing the threat of Calvin's unkind eyes, Jocelyn quickly understood that she not only represented herself now, but also had to consider his image after marrying him, at least not to lower his taste and grade. 

"All right. I'll go shopping right away!" 

Women were best at buying clothes, weren't they? 

When Jocelyn walked into the store, the clerk looked her up and down. Seeing that she was dressed in ordinary clothes and didn't look like someone who could afford luxury goods, the clerk looked cold and indifferent. 

She picked out two clothes she liked and went to the fitting room. 

While trying on clothes, she heard the clerk outside the door whispering. 

"The man at the door is so handsome! My legs feel weak when I see him! It's a pity that a handsome man marries that kind of woman!" 

"Look at the cheap clothes she wore. She has no taste at all." 

"Yeah, she only has a beautiful face. Generally, this kind of woman is either a lady in a nightclub or a suger baby sticking to a rich man." 

"That's right, what's wrong with society now? Women who are slightly good-looking are willing to be mistresses and stick to a rich man. Ugh!" 

It was surprising to hear others gossip even when shopping. Obviously, they said it to her on purpose. 

Why can’t she wear cheap clothes? 

Is it a crime to be beautiful? 

How can one tell that she is a mistress? 

What Jocelyn hated most in her life was mistress! 

Jocelyn could bear being ridiculed for her lack of taste, but she couldn't stand others looking at her through colored spectacles. 

Jocelyn unceremoniously kicked open the door of the fitting room with a bang, threw the clothes into the clerk's arms, and slap them each on the face. 

"Crack!" 

"Crack!" 

"Crack!" 

The three clerks were caught off guard by the beating. After realizing it, they covered their faces and looked at Jocelyn in shock. 

One of them yelled angrily, "What are you doing? Why do you slap us?" 

"Did your face hurt?" Jocelyn put her hands on her hips and sneered, "Why do you say those fucking words? Who sticks to a rich man like a mistress? Who is the lady in a nightclub?" Are you qualified to stand here? I think you are only suitable to clean the toilet!"