The Understated Dragon Lord novel Chapter 111

Ancient Mall was the most upscale shopping center in New York, where everything for sale was pure luxury. Even a simple pair of boxers would cost a couple of thousand. Jessica dragged Daniel into the mall with her. Despite the exorbitant prices, the place was bustling. As a major economic city, New York teemed with the wealthy and boasted one of the highest luxury goods sales volumes in the country.

People from nearby states would even come to New York to shop, contributing to the thriving luxury market. On the third floor—the men's fashion level—Jessica pulled Daniel into an extremely luxurious men's boutique as if shopping for daily necessities, picking out a heap of clothing and handing them to Daniel.

“Try these on.”

“All of these?”

“Just try them!” Jessica insisted.

Daniel glanced at the price tags and remarked in disbelief, “This one shirt is over ten thousand. The price tag must be a joke, right?”

“It's a top international fashion brand. Shut up and try them on!” She herded him into a fitting room.

Outfitted in the selected apparel, Daniel stepped out.

“Indeed, a man needs high-quality clothes. This outfit is good. Try something else.”

Daniel continued trying on different outfits, each garnering Jessica's approval.

Eventually, Jessica approached the cashier with an armful of garments. “We'll take all of these.”

Hearing this, Daniel interjected, “Take them all? These clothes together will cost hundreds of thousands!”

“So what if it's a few hundred thousand? It’s not your money anyway.”

“Hold on, dear,” Daniel bantered, “isn’t your money my money?”

“The restroom?” Daniel gave her a concerned look, took her hand, and checked her pulse. “Did you eat seafood yesterday? Like sashimi or something raw?”

“How do you know?”

“You’ve got food poisoning. I could do acupuncture or brew you some herbal tea later. That might make you feel better.”

“I don't want acupuncture, and I definitely won’t drink any herbal tea.”

Before she could finish, Jessica clutched her stomach and dashed toward the restroom.

Entering the store, Daniel’s eyes were drawn to a T-shirt on display. He reached out to take a closer look, but the shop assistant, Harper, raced over, shouting to halt him.

“Country boy, what do you think you’re doing? Hands off! Don’t you dare to touch that T-shirt!”