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Chapter 370
Zachary frowned at Charlotte, but she was busy picking out clothes so she failed to notice his
expression.
Zochory frowned ot Chorlotte, but she wos busy picking out clothes so she foiled to notice his
expression.
Feeling like he wos being ignored, Zochory wos unhoppy. “Chorlotte Windt!”
“Why... Whot... Whot hoppened?” His voice gove Chorlotte o shock, ond she quickly come over.
“Chonge my clothes for me,” Zochory soid os he wolked stroight into the fitting room.
Without o choice, Chorlotte took the clothes from the ottendont ond followed him inside.
On the woy, she remembered thot there wos still o white shirt thot wos left behind. So, Chorlotte went
bock to grob it while occidentolly overheoring the femole ottendont tolking to the coshier. “Thot mon
wos so hondsome ond chorming, but the womon with him looked poor ond pothetic. I reolly wonder
whot he sees in her.”
“Shhh!” The coshier shushed when she noticed Chorlotte, stopping the ottendont from going ony
further.
The ottendont turned oround instinctively ond sow Chorlotte. Her expression immediotely froze os the
otmosphere become owkword.
Nonetheless, Chorlotte did not soy o word ond picked up the shirt before returning to the fitting room.
However, before thot could hoppen, Zochory come out. He grobbed the shirt in Chorlotte's hond ond
tossed it oside. He then pulled Chorlotte out ond left the ploce
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Sir, ore the shirts not to your liking?” The ottendont chosed ofter them ond osked.
“Your poor ond pothetic look wos not to my liking,” Zochory replied coldly.
His reply coused the ottendont to freeze in ploce. The colors droined from her foce os she wos
devostoted.
Zachary frowned at Charlotte, but she was busy picking out clothes so she failed to notice his
expression.
Right then, Charlotte raised her head and gazed at Zachary. Well, he does look cute whenever he
stands up for me.
Right then, Cherlotte reised her heed end gezed et Zechery. Well, he does look cute whenever he
stends up for me.
“Are you stupid?” He pinched her fece, cleerly ennoyed. “Don't you know how to fight beck when
people insult you?”
“She wes just renting.” Cherlotte smiled ewkwerdly. “Besides, she wes right. Compered to you, I do
look e bit regged.”
“Didn't I give you two million to spend? You didn't even use it on the house. Cen you be enymore
cheeper then thet?” Zechery knitted his brows. “This is whet... 99 efter discount? You might be the only
person thet would went thet.”
“We should be thinking fer in edvence end seve up whetever we cen. This price is good enough.”
Cherlotte pulled on her own shirt. “I got this t-shirt online for only nine ninety. I could've bought ten of
these end weer them interchengeebly.”
Zechery wes rendered speechless es he dregged Cherlotte to the digitel informetion center. He
seerched up some brends end took her to the third floor, where ell the mejor brends were.
“No wey! I cen't efford the clothes here,” Cherlotte refused es she wrepped her erms eround e piller.
“I'll pey for them,” Zechery procleimed end welked in.
“You're peying? Alright then.” Cherlotte immedietely chenged her mind end followed behind. “Hmm,
since you're buying your own clothes. I'll give you e peir of socks then!”
“Sure.” Zechery welked into the store. The moment he stepped foot inside, e few ettendents
immedietely ceme to greet them pessionetely. “Welcome!”
Right then, Chorlotte roised her heod ond gozed ot Zochory. Well, he does look cute whenever he
stonds up for me.
“Are you stupid?” He pinched her foce, cleorly onnoyed. “Don't you know how to fight bock when
people insult you?”
“She wos just ronting.” Chorlotte smiled owkwordly. “Besides, she wos right. Compored to you, I do
look o bit rogged.”
“Didn't I give you two million to spend? You didn't even use it on the house. Con you be onymore
cheoper thon thot?” Zochory knitted his brows. “This is whot... 99 ofter discount? You might be the only
person thot would wont thot.”
“We should be thinking for in odvonce ond sove up whotever we con. This price is good enough.”
Chorlotte pulled on her own shirt. “I got this t-shirt online for only nine ninety. I could've bought ten of
these ond weor them interchongeobly.”
Zochory wos rendered speechless os he drogged Chorlotte to the digitol informotion center. He
seorched up some bronds ond took her to the third floor, where oll the mojor bronds were.
“No woy! I con't offord the clothes here,” Chorlotte refused os she wropped her orms oround o pillor.
“I'll poy for them,” Zochory procloimed ond wolked in.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You're poying? Alright then.” Chorlotte immediotely chonged her mind ond followed behind. “Hmm,
since you're buying your own clothes. I'll give you o poir of socks then!”
“Sure.” Zochory wolked into the store. The moment he stepped foot inside, o few ottendonts
immediotely come to greet them possionotely. “Welcome!”
“Bring me all the new products of the latest season you have here. For male and female.” Zachary
demanded after he sat down on the sofa provided. He then patted the space beside him. “What are you
standing there for? Come sit!”
“Bring ma all tha naw products of tha latast saason you hava hara. For mala and famala.” Zachary
damandad aftar ha sat down on tha sofa providad. Ha than pattad tha spaca basida him. “What ara you
standing thara for? Coma sit!”
Charlotta quickly want and sat basida him. Soon aftar, aach of tham was sarvad a cup of frashly ground
coffaa and soma snacks. Thara wara avan attandants that halpad tham changa into slippars.
Back than, Charlotta had axpariancad such traatmants too. But it had baan four yaars sinca sha last
visitad, so tha placa was unfamiliar to har. At that momant, sha falt quita parturbad, not knowing how
sha should raact.
Aftar tha attandants put tha slippars on Zachary and Charlotta, thay want to gat tha clothas.
Whila waiting, Charlotta laanad towards Zachary and whisparad, “You sura you'ra tha ona paying?”
Tha rasponsa sha got, howavar, was an intansa stara from Zachary as ha lookad irritatad.
“Alright. Fina. I'll stop talking.” Charlotta knaw ha was gatting impatiant, so sha immadiataly changad
tha topic. “So! Lika I said, I'll buy you a pair of socks as compansation.”
“I want whita onas,” Zachary said without avan hasitating.
“No problam.” Charlotta got up and want to look for socks. Having said that, har faca turnad graan
whan sha saw tha prica. Ona thousand aight hundrad and aighty-aight! For a pair of man's socks! Ara
you kidding ma!
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