Chapter 88

Anastasia lounged on the plush sofa set out for customers, her long legs elegantly crossed as she idly scrolled through her phone, paying absolutely no attention to the commotion around her.
“Anastasia!” Delia called.
Anastasia finally lifted her stunning, almost breathtaking face, her voice lazy and indifferent. “Yeah? Need something?”
“Come over here. It’s time to pay!”
“You pay for it. What’s it got to do with me?” Anastasia arched an eyebrow, genuinely puzzled.
Delia exchanged a glance with her friends, then suddenly shoved the armful of clothes they’d picked out onto the counter with a huff. “We’ve already cut off all the tags. We have to buy them now!”
Delia shot Anastasia a smug look.
Did Anastasia really think she didn’t know what she was up to? Delia had overheard everything from inside the fitting room-the conversation between Anastasia’s maid and the sales clerk.
Store policy: once the tags are gone, there are no returns or exchanges.
So Anastasia had tried to get her maid to tell the staff that she wouldn’t be paying for the clothes, leaving the girls to return them themselves? Nice try. But with all the tags snipped off, there was no way out-Anastasia would have to pay.
Watching Delia gloat, Anastasia couldn’t help but laugh aloud.
She leaned back, arms folded across her chest. “Seriously, Delia, are you out of your mind? You pick out the clothes, you pay for them. Are you really not getting this?”
Delia’s expression changed in an instant.
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She didn’t have that kind of money! If Anastasia didn’t bail her out, what was she supposed to do about all these clothes?
The sales clerk looked from Anastasia to Delia-who had been acting so high and mighty just moments ago-before her smile faded a little and she addressed Delia. “Miss, will you be paying with cash or card?”
Delia’s face fell. “I didn’t bring any money. I just wanted you to cover it for me this time. I’ll pay you back later, okay?”
Anastasia didn’t budge. “Is that so? Then how about you start by paying me back for all the other times I ‘helped’ you out? If we add it all up, the total’s well over a million. But I’ll cut you a deal-just pay me back one million even.”
“One million?!” Delia nearly choked, her eyes wide.
Anastasia just smiled, amusement flickering in her gaze. “What’s wrong? Is that a problem?”
Delia was about to blurt out, “Why should I pay you back?” but bit her tongue at the last second.
She’d never intended to repay any of the money Anastasia had spent on her before. Besides, Anastasia had never asked for it—wasn’t that practically a gift? Why was she suddenly demanding repayment?
“You weren’t planning on paying me back, were you?” Anastasia narrowed her eyes, her voice suddenly chilly.
Immediately, the sales clerks began to look at Delia differently, their disdain all too obvious.
A minute ago she’d been throwing money around, telling her friends to pick whatever they wanted. Everyone assumed she was paying with her own cash.
Delia’s face burned. “It’s not that I don’t want to pay you back. I just can’t right now! Cover for me this time, and I’ll pay you back when I get home.”
Anastasia shot her a look. “Do I look like an idiot?”
Delia had never paid her back before-why would this time be any different? Delia was speechless.
Anastasia stretched out comfortably, all ease and confidence. “Sorry, but I just don’t trust you. You’ll have to pay for your own things this time.”
Immediately, the clerk turned to Delia with a polite smile, waiting for her to pay. Delia was so furious she could barely breathe.
She’d only dared to splurge like this because she assumed Anastasia would pick up the tab. Now, she was on the hook for nearly two hundred thousand dollars. How on earth was she supposed to pay for that?
“Miss, what will your payment method be?” the clerk prompted again.