"Then you're simply not suited to shop here," Anna Jadwin said indifferently.
"Why?"
"There's nothing here that matches your sleazy temperament." Anna Jadwin mocked as she turned and left, "Take bus no.65 and get off after two stops; the marketplace there will suit you better for browsing."
Charles Harrington frowned, stunned by her cutting remarks—without any explicit words.
He probably hadn't expected to be treated this way.
Soon, a haughty smile curled up his lips, "What a special woman."
His bodyguards were sweating; our young master Wayne... suited only for a marketplace?
Anna Jadwin walked out of the Gucci store, exuding a frigid aura that kept people at bay, merely intending for anyone who approached her to think twice.
Unfortunately, that shortsighted man quickly caught up again.
Fearing she might get away, Charles kept close and asked, "Whatever you like in this mall, I'll buy it all for you."
