Chapter 87
She was with five or six classmates, who exchanged quick glances and grinned. “Well, we won’t stand on ceremony, then.”
Anastasia gave a cold, amused smile, making no move to stop them, though her eyes hardened.
She remembered all too well how, in her previous life, she’d been nothing more than an ATM for the Sinclair family—especially Delia.
Delia had a habit of flaunting wealth in public with Anastasia’s money. This wasn’t the first time, either.
Every time, Delia would say, “Can you cover this, just for now?” Yet she’d never once paid her back.
It wasn’t that Anastasia failed to see Delia’s intentions; she knew perfectly well she was being taken for a fool. But, not wanting to put Nora in a difficult position, she’d always held her tongue.
But now? Ha!
“Ma’am Fiona’s voice was barely above a whisper, hesitant and worried. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ.net
Even she could see it-Delia was taking advantage of Anastasia!
“Don’t worry.” Anastasia raised a hand to halt whatever Fiona was about to say.
Her money wasn’t so easy to take this time.
With a calm turn, she strolled off to pick something out for Harrison.
Seeing Anastasia make no move to stop her, Delia relaxed, assuming she was still the same gullible pushover as before. Delia happily headed next door into the women’s boutique, ready to indulge herself.
Without a second thought, she pointed at the most eye-catching dress on display —a vivid purple number front and center. “That one,” she told the sales associate, “I want to try it on!”
The saleswoman smiled professionally. “Ah, that’s our signature piece-the pride of our boutique. It’s priced at eighty-eight thousand eight hundred. Most customers don’t even dare ask about it, but you have exquisite taste and real confidence!”
Delia basked in the flattery, not caring about the price tag at all.
Eighty-eight thousand? Anastasia could easily handle that!
Soon enough, Delia and her friends had all picked out their outfits and
disappeared into the fitting rooms.
Meanwhile, Anastasia idly toyed with the jeweled cufflinks in her hand, glancing at
the fitting room door before beckoning Fiona over.
She curved her lips in a sly smile, leaned close, and whispered a few words.
Fiona’s eyes lit up, and she nodded at once.
As Fiona hurried away, Anastasia pulled out her phone in high spirits and sent a message to Harrison.
[Anastasia: Darling, what’s your favorite color?]
[Harrison: Navy blue. Why?]
[Anastasia: Secret!]
Seeing his answer matched exactly the color of the cufflinks she’d picked out, Anastasia’s eyes sparkled with delight.
-Decision made.
A few minutes later, Delia and her group emerged from the fitting rooms, each holding their chosen clothes.
Anastasia glanced up and nearly laughed out loud when she saw what they’d picked, flashing Fiona an appreciative look.
Well played!
“We’re ready. Wrap these up for us, would you?” Delia said, lifting her chin at the saleswoman.
The associate, eager to please such a generous shopper, quickly packed all the clothes into glossy bags.
“Delia, you’re so generous! My dress is eight thousand-are you really giving it to me?”
“And mine was eleven thousand
Delia waved a hand, smug and dismissive. “Of course I am. I keep my word. It’s
just a few tens of thousands-hardly a big deal.”
Her classmates beamed and showered her with even more praise.
Delia was practically floating, loving every minute of it.
Just then, the saleswoman announced, “That’ll be one hundred forty-four
thousand in total, miss. Would you like to pay by card or cash?”
Delia, well-practiced in this routine, didn’t hesitate. She turned immediately toward Anastasia.