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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

“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.

“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!