Chapter 1524 - 1523: Shopaholic

Chapter 1524: Chapter 1523: Shopaholic

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Coming out of the Black Market, Peggy Carr was smug and triumphant: That bitch Carla Carr, just wait for death!

Back then she was just a bar girl, lowly and cheap, and now in the blink of an eye she’s climbed up over my head and started shouting.

Peggy Carr had always lived like a pampered Miss, usually surrounded and worshipped by everyone. Even though she’d had some black history many years ago, now everyone’s forgotten!

Right now is the perfect time to settle accounts with Carla Carr.

...

Chanel flagship store.

The salesgirl introduced politely, "Madam, hello. This CF is a brand-new model, the design is unique, the bag is inlaid with two top-grade ten-carat South African diamonds, which go very well with the champagne-gold color—noble and dreamy, extremely elevating to your whole vibe~"

"It is pretty!" Eva Nightingale replied.

"Carla, what do you think?"

Carla Carr: "It’s really pretty. And your outfit today happens to be wine red, matched with champagne gold it looks super classy."

"Eva, you should take that one. The one I like is another white style with scattered diamonds..."

The two of them looked around for a while and finally made up their minds.

Carla Carr was still picking out things on the other side.

Eva Nightingale pulled out her card and walked to the counter. "Charge it to my card."

The salesgirls exchanged looks, then smiled. "Young Madam. Umm... just now a mysterious big boss called our manager and said you two don’t need to pay today."

Don’t need to pay?!

Eva Nightingale: "Why?"

"Because someone has already booked and paid in advance. You two can keep browsing and picking out more bags, we also have custom-made gowns in our store..."

"Who paid?" Eva Nightingale was puzzled.

The first person she thought of was Lucas Knight, but the two of them seemed to have had an unpleasant tiff today!

A man that high and mighty, would he secretly pick up the tab for her?

Even she felt that was impossible.

But besides him, there was literally no one else, okay?

So she asked, "The person who paid, is his surname by any chance Knight?"

"Sorry... it isn’t..." The manager had instructed them not to reveal anything. They had no idea why!

...

Lucas Knight was in the tallest tower in Ginza, in his office.

"Sir, what you instructed us to do has all been taken care of..."

"Mm." The handsome man’s thin lips moved slightly. Right now he was sitting on a top-of-the-line custom sofa, legs casually crossed, radiating noble presence. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers, a trace of exhaustion between his brows.

He hadn’t been resting well lately, so he was a bit tired.

Mostly because at night he was sleeping while holding her... she slept like she didn’t have a care in the world.

In short, the more soundly she slept, the more tortured he felt!

"You have to go abroad tomorrow, you should head home and rest now." After all, your body is the capital of the revolution.

This trip abroad will be a week; if he doesn’t rest properly, even an iron body won’t hold up!

"Don’t worry, Sir, Young Madam and Admiral’s wife are out shopping. Our people are protecting them in real time. They won’t disturb them, and they won’t let them come to any harm."

"Mm." Lucas Knight stood up. "Then let’s head back first."

As long as nothing happened to them, he could relax!

After all, they’re two women outside; if they run into reporters and get chased with interviews and surrounded, it would probably be hard to get away, so... Lucas Knight was secretly watching over them.

Lucas Knight went back first.

It wasn’t until night that Eva Nightingale and Carla Carr returned.

The two of them had bought armloads of shopping bags. Fortunately the driver was a burly guy, with bags hanging from his hands, shoulders, and even around his neck.

On the way back to Lan Bay Elegant Garden, Eva Nightingale received a call from Lucas Knight. "Honey! I’m at home."

Because he was going on a business trip tomorrow, he wanted... to sleep holding her in his arms tonight.