Chapter 23
The rich man released a sigh of relief when Samuel did not fish his wallet out. Arrogance returned to
his expression.
"He’s done for! His im was just a im, after all," the man said,nding the kick on a downed
person. "If you reallye up with the excuse that you didn’t bring your wallet, you''ll be aughing
stock."
The pretty woman grinned with sarcasm. "My poor man... Can you please not disturb me while I''m
buying clothes? Get out of here. How embarrassing."
Linda quietly tugged on the sleeve of Yvonne’s shirt." Let''s leave first," she said in a low tone. "Don''t
embarrass yourself with him. I can’t take the shame."
Yvonne stared at Samuel, baffled. Was he boasting to save face? He was not that sort of person. Why
did he d o something like this then?
She shook her head and walked to his side. "Did you forget to bring your wallet?" she asked.
Samuel wore an awkward expression. He did bring his wallet, but he had given his card to Liam. He
had totally forgotten about it.
"You still have the guts to say something like that?" The nouveau riche manughed hysterically when
he heard Yvonne’s words. "Who would believe you?"
Linda''s face was as red as a beetroot, and the tips of her ears med. She wanted to walk away for a
long time now, but Yvonne was her best friend. It would be extremely disloyal of her to walk away just
like that.
"Listen to me, Yvonne." Linda walked over to her, grabbing her hand. "Let him be embarrassed by
himself. He was the one who boasted about it."
"If you don’t have enough money, it’s still eptable t o walk out now, sir." The shop assistant directly
told him to leave. She did not have the patience to waste any more time with Samuel.
At this moment, a young man ran into the store, huffing and panting. He skidded over to Samuel,
thrusting a credit card towards him. "Mr. Hannigan, here''s your credit card."
Samuel was surprised at the sight of the young man before him. The credit card in his hands was
definitely his. It seemed that Liam had asked someone to send it over.
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The rich man wanted to throw out a few more ridiculing phrases, but all the color suddenly drained out
of his face once he recognized the face of the young man who gave the credit card.
He had joined in the fun this morning at the auction for Hillside Vi. Was he not the one who offered a
bid at eighty-nine million dors?
Everyone at the auction knew that the mysterious bidder did not wish to appear, so he found someone
to take his ce. Now the same young man thrust the credit card at Samuel. It did not matter if the
nouveau riche man was an idiot, he would still be able to guess that Samuel was the mysterious bidder
that everyone i n Cloud City wanted to know about.
His legs trembled involuntarily and the fat on his cheeks jiggled, as though an electric motor had been
installed in his face. He had bought Hillside Vi at a shocking price of eighty-nine million dors. He
did not even dare to consider this young man''s identity!
Only one word emerged in the nouveau riche man’s mind. ''Get out!'' More urately, it was ''run'',
because h e was aware that he was in no position to provoke the man before him.
"Let''s go,” the nouveau riche man said quietly to the pretty woman beside him.
The pretty woman wanted to preserve her dignity, and she did not believe that that card had enough
credit in it. It could just be a ploy, finding someone to act up a storm. "Go where? The show isn''t over
yet. I want to see if that card has any money in it."
The nouveau riche man was so angry that he wanted t o choke the pretty woman to death. Was she
trying to dig her own grave by picking a bone with someone as rich as him?
Linda''s fingers curled into anxious fists when Samuel handed the credit card over to the cashier. Cold
sweat slicked down her palms. Anxiety also started to overtake Yvonne Sue.
"Please key in your PIN." The cashier thrust the POS machine right before him, a slight tremble running
through her hands. It was her first time seeing such a big bill. Even she was a little nervous.
Samuel looked at Yvonne. "Why don’t you key in the PIN?” he said, smiling.
"Huh?" Yvonne stared at him, stunned. Why would he let her key in the PIN? She did not even know
thebination.
"Try it," Samuel said.
The first series of numbers that popped into Yvonne''s mind was the day of their wedding anniversary.
Was i t really...
"Hey, it''s enough for you to embarrass yourself." Linda red at Samuel, huffing with resentment. "Why
drag Yvonne into this and get her embarrassed too?"
Yvonne extended a hand, keying in the numbers that surfaced in her head.
The transaction went through!
The shop assistant who had looked down on Samuel was utterly stunned. He really paid for it!
The nouveau riche man was not the least bit surprised. He had already bought an eighty-nine-million-
dor vi; four hundred thousand was a drop in the bucket.
The pretty woman waspletely dumbfounded. She was waiting for him to make a fool of himself, yet
he actually paid for the clothes.
"Yvonne, h-how did you know the PIN number?" Linda scarcely dared to believe what had happened
before her. First of all, Samuel was actually filthy rich;
secondly, Yvonne obviously did not know the PIN. How did she manage to get it correct?
Yvonne dipped her head. "It''s our wedding anniversary," she replied.
When Linda heard this, admiration immediately shed across her expression.
"Who said that they would roll out of here just now?" Samuel suddenly spoke.
The nouveau riche man and the pretty woman were just about to exit, ready to leave quietly. They
immediately stopped in their tracks at his words.
"So what if you have money?" The pretty woman cast a menacing stare at Samuel. "We''re not poor.
What right do you have to tell us to get out?"
Samuel smiled without saying a word.
The sight of his smile sent every single hair on the nouveau riche man''s body standing on end. He
knew that if he did not do what he had said earlier, Samuel would never let him off the hook.