Free Web NovelChapter 67: President’s son
"Woah, can you believe that?" Ruby asked, shaking her head in disbelief. He was actually the president’s son. She couldn’t believe it, and neither could I.
What was the president’s son doing here? And I heard he and his sister organized this live event together.
"Woah, I should have insisted and gotten his number," she mumbled as we descended the escalator.
"He promised to call you. I’m sure he will," I said, encouraging her.
"I’m not sure he’d do that; he is the president’s son," she repeated.
"He will," I chuckled. "And why did you ask for his contact in the first place? Do you like him?"
"The fact that he could hold back from slapping her despite her rudeness showed me what kind of a man he is. He is a decent man."
"I thought you had taken a break from good men. You want bad men now, remember?" I reminded her.
"I’m sure he is not a saint; he has a hint of evilness in his eyes."
"What? A hint of evilness—goodness," I burst into laughter. She’s funny.
After we reached the first floor, we approached the Gucci store again.
"Hey, you’re back. Have you gotten your purchasing card?"
"Yes."
"Can I see it, please?"
We showed the card to her, and she allowed us in.
"I’ll hold my phone to my chest and wait for his calls. He left the moment his identity was revealed. I wish he had stayed even a second longer," she pouted.
"What will you do if he calls or texts you?"
"I’ll respond to his text."
"What if he asks to meet you? What if you meet him? Are you planning to date him?"
"Date him?" She blinked. "I haven’t thought of that."
I sighed. "He might likely be your next man; you have to be smart about it."
"I doubt he’d date a girl like me, though."
"What’s wrong with you?" I snapped.
"I’m poor."
"I am poor too. We’re both poor."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please! Do not compare yourself with me. You are wealthy, and so are your parents."
"Girl, we grew up together; you seem to have forgotten that."
"The past will remain in the past. This is the present, babe; you have to face it. Your parents are wealthy, and you’re wealthier. The president’s son will date a girl like you compared to me, who has nothing. I live in an apartment with my brother, and you live in a mansion alone. He’d be more interested in you."
"Oh please, we’re the same; if the brothers chose to withdraw everything, I’d be left with nothing."
"But you know they won’t do that."
"They won’t, yeah, I know. But that doesn’t mean I am better than you. And I believe the president’s son will likely hit things off with you."
"What if he has a girlfriend?"
"Should that be a problem for you?" I looked at her again.
"Of course, yes."
"You can snatch him; haven’t you learned the techniques? I thought you had."
"Oh, you’re the bad friend, not me," she laughed, and I laughed with her.
"Hello, welcome," one of the sales attendants greeted us. "Let me take you around the store."
"Yes, please."
"This way, please," she said, leading us and showing us different designer wear, but none of the clothes interested me.
"Do you have men’s wear? I want to get a shirt for my brother," Ruby said.
"Oh yes, this way, please." She took us to another section of the store. "These are men’s clothing items, and the price tags are attached to each one."
Ruby walked to a white office shirt. After looking at the price tag, she screamed.
"$4,999—it’s almost five thousand," she groaned. "I thought it was supposed to be cheaper."
"It is; it was sold at seven thousand before sales began," the sales attendant responded.
"I can’t believe this," she groaned.
"This is too expensive; I thought the live sale meant a reduction in prices," another voice called out from the other section of the store. "Why did we even bother coming here?" The voice sounded displeased.
"It is quite cheap, miss; the prices are reduced," the sales assistant tried to convince her.
"No, I am going to a lesser-known brand; perhaps the prices there will be lower. Goodbye." She then left the store.
Ruby and I exchanged glances.
"This shirt is twelve thousand. It’s just a shirt; why is it so expensive?" Ruby looked at the price tag of another shirt.
"It’s the quality; it’s quality that is higher."
"What about this one? It says twenty-four thousand," Ruby continued looking through the shirts.
I don’t know why she’s complaining about the prices; it’s not like she’d be paying for it—we’re using my black card. She just has to pick whatever she wants. Why does she keep complaining? freeωebnovēl.c૦m
When I became bored, I started looking around the store.
My eyes caught a grey suit, and I went over to it. I examined the fabric and its quality and instantly fell in love with it. I called a different sales attendant.
"Can you pack this for me?" I asked.
"It says twenty-four thousand, miss," she read out the price.
"I know."
"Do you still wish to take it?"
"Yes. I’ll take a few more. Pack this one, this one, and this one. I also want this."
"Alright," she packed everything.
"And wait, this should be the last one." I walked to a mannequin. The mannequin was dressed in a complete office suit, and I loved the cut and design. But after checking the price tag, my mouth dropped open.
"Should I also pack this?"
"Yes, please," I answered.
"Who are you getting the suits for? Your brothers?" Ruby approached and asked.
"Yes. My brothers."
"It doesn’t look like it’d suit them."
"It will," I laughed. "They’re bigger now. They’re huge."
"Oh, I thought they were for the brothers."
"The brothers? No. Of course not. Not possible," I replied, shaking my head.
"Have you gotten anything for your brother?" freēwebnovel.com
"No, I’m still indecisive."
"I’m paying, remember? Just choose whatever you wish."
"Okay, maybe I should buy office shoes for him?"
We went to the shoe section. Her eyes caught a pair of formal shoes, and she picked them up.
"This should be his size. How much?"
After checking the price, the sales attendant informed her. She attempted to put the shoes back, but I stopped her.
"Can you just make a decision so we can leave? Take the damn shoes and the damn shirts."
"But it’s thirty-six thousand," she complained.
"Just take it." I turned to the sales attendant. "Please pack this for her, and also the shirts," I told her.
"Alright, Ms."
After paying for the items, Ruby’s total came to fifty-one thousand, and mine came to two hundred and ten thousand.
The prices quickly reflected on our purchasing cards.
"Thank you for your patronage; these gifts are for you." They handed us a stuffed toy. "We give them to people who buy goods worth fifty thousand dollars and above. I hope to see you next time."
Ruby started admiring her toy as we left the store. "Isn’t it so beautiful?" she smiled, hugging her bear.
"It is," I chuckled as we continued. I approached the entrance of another store; it had a lot of female lingerie, and it looked pretty.
"Ruby, why don’t we visit this store?" I asked, admiring the items. When I didn’t get a response, I turned to look for her. I saw her staring at her phone a short distance away.
"Ruby," I called, approaching her.
But Ruby exclaimed, "He... He texted." She gasped and looked up at me. "He asked to meet. He is still here."
"Who? The president’s son?" I asked. She nodded.
