Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 1914

There seemed to be a voice inside Persephone that said, “Don’t do this. It’s someone else’s money.”

She recalled what Wynn had told her. Morpheus’ life hung on the edge every day working at the underground arena. The slightest mistake could cost him his life.

However, the audience watching the competitions were avid gamblers who cared little for the fighters’ lives, deriving pleasure from the adrenaline of gambling.

Her hands shook.

She glimpsed Morpheus’ blood-stained wrist wrap, a testament to the toll he paid for every cent earned. Yet, she…

After some thought, she held onto the credit card.

“What’s wrong?” Wynn asked softly.

“I-I’m sorry.” She turned to face him. “I suddenly remembered that this is Morpheus’ hard-earned money. Even though he gave me his card, I shouldn’t spend it thoughtlessly. Also, taking credit for using his money to buy you things doesn’t make sense…”

She was sincere, “Wynn, can we buy these later? When I have the money, I—”

“Of course!” He smiled happily. “You silly girl. Why worry about that? Even if you have money, we won’t buy this! They’re not good anyway. Only foolish wealthy people who know nothing would fall for their trap…”

“Umm.”

She forced a smile.

Just then, the shop assistant’s rude voice echoed. “Are you buying or not?”

“No.” Wynn waved. “We’re going to check out other stores.”

“You got me to bring the stuff, and you refuse to buy them at the very last minute. Don’t come here if you can’t afford us! So pretentious.” the shop assistant muttered to herself, but she was quite loud. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Persephone heard every word loud and clear.

“What did you say?” She turned her head. “Is this how you treat your customer?”

The shop assistant scoffed arrogantly.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All Books Updates…

“Since you’re working here, it’s your job to look for the items for your customers! Whether we buy it or not, it’s the consumer’s right. What right do you have to be making comments?”

“Hey, can’t I talk to myself? Consumers have the right to choose whether to buy, and shop assistants have no right to speak?”

“You do, but what you say has to fit your identity!”

“Miss, what identity do I have?” The shop assistant looked at her with the side of her eye and crossed her arms. “You seem young, but what you say is interesting!

“I’ll give you a free lesson! Don’t pretend if you can’t afford things. People like the two of you can’t afford us, get it?”

Persephone took a deep breath.

She was a lifetime VIP member of the brand, and not many people owned the membership.

During her time at Centrolis, the brand’s Regional CEO would have to respect her whenever they met, calling her “Ms. Persephone”.

She calmed down, looked at the arrogant shop assistant, and smirked coldly. “I’ll give you a series of numbers, and you’ll look it up on the computer. You’ll tell me if I can afford your brand or not!”

The shop assistant frowned, clearly not understanding her.

Just as Persephone was about to provide her VIP membership number, a deep, electric voice suddenly sounded behind her. “Who said my wife can’t afford this?”