Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Chapter 13 A Pile Of Gifts

Lanny deliberately raised her hand with the diamond ring so that the shop assistants and other customers could know how rich she was.

The nearest shop assistant had brown hair, and she was wearing a light yellow scarf.

When she saw Lanny, she was sorting the clothes on the shelf.

She didn't respond immediately but continued to do her work.

After sorting the clothes, she looked in the mirror and arranged the silk scarf around her neck before walking to Lanny.

She didn't walk fast, and there was no extra expression on her face. She was like a proud cat.

Lanny was mad. A shop assistant actually dared to be indifferent to a customer!

But her anger didn't last long.

Shop assistants in ordinary shops were very respectful to customers, and they could even kneel to wear shoes for customers.

But this was a luxurious shop. Of course, the shop assistants should be proud.

Those poor people didn't dare to enter here, but she could spend money here at will.

There was an arrogant smile on her face.

When the shop assistant came to the booth, Lanny carried her bag in her right hand.

She pointed to the dress she had chosen, "Pack up this dress for me."

Lanny straightened her back.

She thought she didn't have to try it on because she had such a perfect figure.

"No." There was no emotion in the shop assistant's voice.

Lanny hadn't reacted and said with a sense of superiority, "Remember to be gentle when packing."

The shop assistant said, "Madam, only super members of our shop can buy this dress."

Lanny finally heard what the shop assistant said.

She took out her card from her bag and handed it to the shop assistant, "I've always been a member of this brand."

The shop assistant didn't take it, but took a casual look, "Madam, your blue card is a VIP card, while the SVIP card is golden."

Lanny restrained her anger, "Go upgrade this card. Tell me how much I need to spend to upgrade my card."

Although the shop assistant didn't have any expression, Lanny felt that she underestimated her.

She would spend lots of money to upgrade her card in front of this shop assistant!

The shop assistant blinked, "Only twenty people can become our super members in a year. Now there's no place left for you. Madam, please come here earlier next year."

Saying this, she turned around and walked away under Lanny's furious gaze.

Lanny looked at her back and wanted to rush forward to give her a lesson.

However, this was not her home, and the shop assistant was not someone she could bully casually. She couldn't treat her like Bella.

The customers here were rich and powerful. She couldn't leave a terrible impression on them.

There was nothing Lanny could do. She stamped her feet and walked out of the shop.

There was a huge logo of the luxurious shop on the glass wall.

When Lanny walked under this logo, she saw an unexpected person.

Bella pushed the wheelchair and walked while recalling what had happened in the morning.

When the alarm clock rang, she lay in bed, looked at the light overhead, and decided not to talk to Edward all day.

If Edward hadn't eaten her tears and said so many strange words, she wouldn't have had such a weird dream.

In the dream, she was naked and pressed on the bed by Edward.

Edward pressed on her and had sex with her crudely.

The bed creaked because of his movements.

Bella felt so good that she kept crying, while Edward didn't stop. Instead, he fucked her harder and licked her tears with his tongue.

A lady would not dream of such a shameful thing, so Bella shifted all the blame onto Edward.

After changing her clothes, she opened the door as usual, only to see Edward waiting outside the door.

Bella was startled.

Why did he come to her early in the morning? Did he want to scare her?

Bella thought about the scenes in her dream.

She thought she shouldn't talk to him for a week!

Edward looked at Bella, "Your face is so red. Do you hide nice wine under your bed?"

Bella immediately covered her face, "My face isn't red at all! There must be something wrong with your eyes."

Why did she blush so easily?

He would laugh at her behind her back.

Bella gritted her teeth and stared at Edward who sat in the wheelchair.

Edward waved his hand, "Don't look at me with so much hatred. I'm here to give you something."

He pointed to his left, where there were more than a dozen colorful gift boxes. A red card was attached to the gift box on the top, saying "Gift For Bella".

"Who brought these for me?" Bella asked him.

Of course, she wouldn't think Edward gave these gifts to her.

Edward didn't even have the money to buy this card.

Edward replied, "He said he was your boss."

"My boss?" Bella's voice was full of surprise.

Was she in her dream?

The president came to her house early in the morning and gave her a pile of gifts. What a strange dream!

Bella thought it must be a conspiracy. She decided to return these things.

"It's a dress ." Edward's voice interrupted Bella's thinking.

Edward opened a gift box when she wasn't paying attention.

Bella looked at the bag thrown aside, "How could you open it?"

Edward did not answer her but said, "Maybe your boss sent you these gifts because he doesn't like your dressing style."

"My dressing style is better than yours!" Bella picked up the bag and wanted to pack the dress again.

A rectangular card fell to Bella's feet.

That was the label of the dress.

Edward handed Bella the dress without the label, "Try it on and see if your boss has great dress sense."

The bag in Bella's hand fell to the ground.

At that moment, she really wanted to kill Edward.

Of course, this was just her thinking.

She didn't kill him and took him to the mall.

"Can't I get a gift just because I'm disabled?" That was what Edward said to her.

Therefore, she took him here.

However, they were not the only ones in this mall.

"Bella!"

Hearing the familiar and horrible voice, Bella came back down to earth.

Lanny walked towards them. She strode so heavily as if she wanted to smash the floor with her high heels.

Bella saw Lanny's commonest angry expression.