Debbie turned to the saleswoman and inquired, “Hi there. Do you think you can give us a discount on


    this watch?”


    Before the woman could speak, Kasie answered for her, “No, I already asked her.”


    “Please wait for a moment, Mrs. Hilton. I will consult my manager,” the saleswoman said quickly and


    then picked up her inte to call her senior.


    Kasie and Debbie exchanged curious nces with each other.


    Soon, the saleswoman returned and said, “Mrs. Hilton,dies. The manager said that you could just


    sign the bill first and pick whichever watch you Like. We will apply the discount Later.”


    Kasie rested her arm on Debbie’s shoulder and sighed happily.


    “Oh,


    Debbie. It’s my honor to be your friend.”


    Debbie didn’t expect that the title of “Mrs. Hilton” was this powerful.


    They could even get discounts for luxuriousmodities at an exposition such as this.


    When Emmett found Debbie, he saw Kasie signing her name on a bill. But she didn’t make the


    payment after signing it. Perplexed, he approached her and asked, “You are not paying for it?”


    It wasn’t like her. He had gone shopping with her a few times and generally, whenever she Liked


    something, she would pay for it without hesitation.


    Without taking her eyes off the beautiful watch, she said cheerfully


    “Thanks to Tomboy, the manager promised to give me a discountter.”


    “A discount?’ Emmett thought, confused. ‘ALL themodities at the exposition are limited editions.


    How could she possibly get a discount?


    Since the manager said that he would give her a discount, it probably meant that someone must have


    paid the bill for Kasie, as a way of showing respect to Mrs. Hilton.’


    At the thought of that, Emmett was determined to pay the bill for Kasie himself. He was her boyfriend!


    He should make the payment for her purchases rather than let some stranger pay for it. He handed the


    sneakers to Kasie.


    “Walk Tomboy to the lounge. Carlos is waiting there.”


    “Why? Debbie, what’s wrong?” Kasie asked with concern as she looked at the shoe box in her hands.


    “It’s nothing much. My heels are rubbing against my feet. Give the sneakers to me. I’ll go find Carlos


    myself Debbie said. Her right heel was a litte red, but she wasn’t fragile enough to need others’ help to


    walk. She reached out for the shoe box.


    But Kasie refused to give it to her.


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    “Emmett has asked me to help you.


    So, it would be better if I walk you to your husband,” she said, smiling.


    “Cut it out. I suggest you turn your attention to your Emmett. See what he’s doing!” She snatched the


    box from Kasie’s hands swiftly.


    Debbie had been in the spotlight the whole evening, and if people saw