Chapter 129 Select Anything You Like

I lick my lips, tasting the sour taste of yogurt.

Crap. I forget to wipe my mouth.

I feel so embarrassed.

I lower my head and remain silence.

Frances Louis says nothing and asks me to go down stairs for lunch.

I thought he has ordered takeout, but when I go downstairs, the table is empty.

"Where is the food?"

I ask Frances Louis who is sitting on sofa leisurely.

"You want me to cook for you?" The man raises his eyebrows and looks at me defiantly.

Thinking of his wicked cuisine, I shake my head quickly and say firmly, "No."

I am not Whitney. I will not flatter him.

"Let’s go."

Frances Louis says and goes out.

I follow him to the car.

After having lunch outside, instead of going home, he takes me to a jewelry store.

He has an air of dignity and nobility. As soon as he goes inside, the shop assistants all gather around
him. I'm not exaggerating that women who see him are as excited as the flies at the sight of shit.



"May I help you, sir?"

"I could give you some recommendations."

Frances Louis’s eyes don’t pause on them for any moment. He glances briefly round the shop, turns to
me, and says, "Select anything you like."

Does he want to send me jewelry?

They are so expensive. It would be a waste for me to wear them.

"I don't like anything. These things don't suit a poor office worker like me." I say, smiling at Frances
Louis.

Frances Louis frowns and says coldly, "Just pick one. Don't consider anything else."

Since my ‘sugar daddy’ has requested me to do so, it would be too melodramatic for me to refuse.

I bite my lips and look around.

The shop assistants are supposed to surround me as I am selecting. But except a woman in her forties,
all the others, including the manager, gather around Frances Louis and present him with a pile of
things.

After a stroll, I find that jewelry here are really frighteningly expensive. A simple necklace is ten
thousand dollars, which is too expensive.

I was going to put on a show, just to make Frances Louis think I'd seen all of them. But when I see a
necklace, I could not move.

The design of this necklace is very delicate, from the workmanship to the inlaid jewelry, all of them are
showing its extraordinary luxury.



I feel like my heart is being pulled by it.

Its price is four million dollars.

My heart tightens.

Frances Louis comes to me. He looks at the necklace and asks, "Do you like it?"

I don’t say anything, but my eyes have sold me out.

"Please wrap up this necklace…"

"No! I don’t want it!" I look at Frances Louis and shake my head, "It is too expensive for me. If you're
really willing to buy it, how about offsetting the four million I owe you?"

Frances Louis’s lips curl up a bit.

Does he agree?

Two seconds later, he gives me a disheartening answer.

"No way."

My mouth twitches. I should have expected the answer.

"I don’t want it. Let’s go."

I say to Frances Louis and then go out of the door.

Frances Louis doesn’t follow me out. I wonder if he has been haunted by the shop assistants. I wait at
the door for a long time, then he comes out with a small bag.



Getting in the car, we drive to a golf course.

Frances Louis gives me that bag and parks the car.

I quickly take out the box, and as expected, it is the necklace I saw before.


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