Chapter 94


    The crowd was roaring withughter when they heard Noah mocking Kingsley.


    "Crap, the guy almost got me! I really thought he was some rich kid with more money than sense!"


    "Come on, look at the clothes he''s wearing; they''re all bargain stuff! As if someone like him has


    money!"


    "Hah! I gotta admit that I''m impressed by how he tantly hurls empty brags like that!"


    Pleased to hear everyone joining in the mockery, Noah scoffed at Kingsley and said, "Maybe you


    should consider using better props the next time you wannae off as a bigshot, kid. That bank


    card of yours is a dead giveaway of how pathetic you really are. I''d die of embarrassment if I were


    you!"


    Serena felt blood rushing to her cheeks as she said in hushed tones, "What are you doing,


    Kingsley? Everyone''s watching. What if your card gets declined and you


    end up humiliating yourself?"


    Upon hearing this, Noah chuckled and interjected contemptuously, "Oh, afraid of public humiliation,


    Serena? Let me give you a piece of advice as someone who tried to pursue you romantically once:


    stay away from idiots like this punk over here or his stupid will rub off on you."


    "You—" A cold gleam shed in Serena''s eyes. She wanted nothing more than to end Noah''s life


    right there and then!


    He ignored the deadly look she was shooting him and turned to address Frank politely, "I''m terribly


    sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Lowell. We''ll leave before we affect your business any more than


    we already have."


    Frank was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard this. He blinked out of his daze and quickly


    returned the Elite Gold Card to Kingsley as he said respectfully, "Here you go, sir."


    Although he knew the card had no credit limit, he would need nerves of steel to actually swipe it. He


    shuddered at the thought of offending a man who possessed enough power to own a card like that;


    he was only a boutique manager, and he couldn''t handle the consequences of rubbing someone


    like Kingsley wrong.


    "So, you realized that the bank card is just a piece of stic, huh, Mr. Lowell?" Noah pointed out


    sarcastically. "Honestly, there''s no need for you to treat this desperate wannabe here with such


    respect. Call security over and have him thrown out!"


    "Shall I call security, sir?" Frank asked, but much to everyone''s astonishment, he was addressing


    Kingsley.


    Noah''s eyes widened in shock. "Mr. Lowell, what are you asking him for? He''s just a vige idiot—"


    However, he had yet to get his insult out when Frank turned and gestured toward the boutique


    behind him, then bowed at Kingsley in reverence as he added, "If you do not wish to resort to calling


    security, then you are wee to take the fight into our boutique. There''s ample room in there for


    scuffling, not to mention air-conditioning. It''s the optimum boxing ring, if I do say so myself. Should


    you require back-up, we have three shop assistants, all six-feet-two walking blocks of muscle, at


    your disposal. I am proud to say that I have a ck belt in karate as well, and I would be honored to


    help you beat up this man."


    The crowd, alongside Noah, gaped at the manager in stunned silence.


    None of them could understand why Frank had gone from wanting to throw Kingsley out to offering


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    "M-Mr. Lowell," Noah stammered in disbelief. He was starting to think that Kingsley had put some


    kind of mindcontrolling spell on Frank.


    Presently, Kingsley eyed Noah coldly and asked, "What do you say, Mr. Morris? Care to take this


    fight inside where there''s air conditioning?"


    "You—you little—screw you! You just wait till we get to the Bayou! I''ll get you then!" Noah red at


    Serena, then at the eager-toplease Frank. Realizing that he had nothing to gain from picking a fight


    with Kingsley here, he spun on his heels and stormed off.


    Frank asked earnestly, "Is there anything


    else I can help you with, sir?"


    Kingsley paused in thought. "Just a moment, please." He turned to Serena. "How many people are


    attending the banquet today?"


    "About twenty or so, I suppose," Serena answered, though not without confusion."Why are you


    asking?"


    "I have to make you look good in front of them, no?" Kingsley grinned. He tossed the card to Frank


    once more and said, "I''ll take thirty of the finest belts in your boutique."


    Frank nearly sputtered in surprise as he bowed his head and said with utmost respect, "We have


    sixty-eight belt designs in our boutique collection, the best of which retails for eighty-eight


    thousand."


    The crowd drew in a sharp breath collectively when they heard this. Eightyeight thousand was


    money that the average working-ss person would only see after two years'' worth ofbor!


    Even Serena swallowed upon hearing the price. She muttered under her breath, "That''s the bounty


    for killing a Grade C


    Target."


    Kingsley waved his hand dismissively, unaffected by the lucrative price. "Very well, I''ll take thirty of


    that design. Could you pack them up nicely and have them sent to the Bayou in a short while?"


    "I-I shall get to it right away," Frank said with a bright smile, then hurried back into the store with the


    Elite Gold Card in hand.


    The passers-by who had gathered here were incredulous as they frenziedly whispered among


    themselves.


    "Holy crap, I didn''t just imagine that, did I? Thirty of those belts? That''s over two million, isn''t it?"


    "Maybe this is one of those prank shows. You don''t think that credit card was just a prop, do you?"


    While the crowd debated on this, Frank came jogging up to Kingsley and beamed as he returned


    the card. Then, he asked, "I will personally deliver the orders to the Bayou, sir. How should I


    address you and which room will you be dining in?"


    "You can call me Mr. Nicholson," Kingsley said. He nudged Serena, who was still dumbfounded,


    and asked, "Serena, which room will the banquet be held in?"


    "Oh, uh, sixth floor, the Carolina Court," she replied.


    At once, Frank said, "Very well, Mr. Nicholson. Don''t you worry; the delivery of your orders will


    receive utmost priority!"


    Having seen the demeanor with which Frank treated Kingsley, the crowd understood that there was


    no way the card was a mere prop. All of them had their jaws wide open as they gaped at thetter


    with unmistakable admiration and envy.


    Following this, Kingsley bought himself and Serena an outfit each. They left the store after changing


    into their new clothes, and Frank saw them out of the designer boutique with reverence.


    It was only when they had walked out of the premises that Serena asked, "Kingsley, what happened


    back there? Why did the manager treat you like you''re someone super important?"