Chapter 110 Guilty of the Crime


    Then I take out the ck card, which Frances Louis gave me, and hand it to the boss.


    “Use this card.”


    I don’t want to spend Frances Louis’s money. But under today''s circumstances, I can only use his


    money. Although I feel ufortable, at least, it solves the emergency.


    As soon as the boss sees the ck card, he immediately changes his attitude and says to me


    obsequiously, “Thisdy is really interesting. You could have said it earlier that you have money, then


    we don’t have to bother the policemen.”


    He takes the ck card, swipes it quickly, then smiles to the policeman, “Sorry sir, this is a


    misunderstanding, sorry to bother you.”


    The policemen see that the matter is settled, they purse their lips and get out of the store.


    “She is an mere designer. How could you get a ck card? How dare you say you''re upright and


    honest?” Nicole Snow nces down at the ck card in my hand, her face is resentful.


    Whitney Jordan''s eyes fall on the ck card, too, and her expression changed slightly.


    Knowing the show is over, Nicole Snow takes Whitney Jordan and leaves.


    Noraes over, she says to me still fearfully, “You scared me to death. I thought you can’t afford it


    and would to be arrested.”


    I smile at her, looking around the store, and ask, “Do you have another simr vase?”


    I have already spent a lot of money anyway. I wouldn''t mind spending a little more.


    “You really have a crush on this vase. You''re lucky. There is still one left.”


    Nora gives me a vase. I take a look, and it looks the same as the broken one.


    I take the vase home, all way carefully. I am afraid to break it again. I''ve had a really bad day.


    Luckily, Frances Louis is not back yet.


    I carefully ce the vase on the TV stand, and ask Betty, “Do you think this vase looks like the one


    before?”


    “Pretty much the same.” Betty nods with satisfaction, and I am relieved.


    Frances Louis, who is not usually at home, probably forgets what the vase looks like.


    Betty is busy cooking, and after I deal with the cut on my face, I go to the kitchen to help. The main


    reason to help with cooking is that the food would not be too bad to eat.


    As soon as the dinner is ready, Frances Louis returns.


    Hees home early today. Luckily, I got back before he did.


    “You are back. Let’s have dinner.”


    I say to him, untying my apron.


    “I''ve had my dinner. Have the dinner yourselves.” Frances Louis sits down on the sofa without looking


    at me.


    Opposite him, it happens to be that vase.


    Betty and I look at each other, nervously eating our food. Probably it’s because of the guilty of the


    broken vase, I always feel that his eyes are looking at the vase.


    I finish my meal in a couple of bites in panic and run away from the scene of the crime.


    Then, Frances Louis knocks at my door.


    Oh no. did he find out?


    I hide in the room, not knowing what to do.


    But if I didn’t open the door, will I look suspicious?


    Finally, I open the door.


    Frances Louis''s eyes fall on my face, his brows knitting together, and he puts out his hand to touch my


    wound.


    “What happened to your face?” His voice is low and clearly unhappy.


    “No big deal.” I say casually, I take a step back uncontrobly.


    Crap! I get this life depending on my face. If I had a scar on my face, would Frances Louis get tired of


    me and throw me out of the house?


    I feel a little happy about this possibility.


    “How did you hurt your face?”


    I thought Frances Louis would leave it at that, but he pursues it to the end.


    I can only keep lying.


    “I broke a ss carelessly and cut my face.”


    “ss?” Frances Louis gives me a meaningful look, then he strides in and sits on my bed. He asks me


    with a smile, “This afternoon, I received two messages on my phone. You spent three million. What did


    you buy?”


    I am stunned.


    I thought a rich man like Frances Louis would not bind bank cards with the phone.


    I smile guiltily. I go to sit on hisps, wrapping his neck and act coquettishly, “You give me the money


    and you want me to spend it, right? Couldn’t I buy something I like?”


    “Of course, you can.”


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    His words make me relieved.


    Fortunately, the honey trap works, otherwise I really don''t know how to exin. I don''t even know what


    I can buy for three million dors!


    “But when did you begin to collect antiques? Why don’t I know?”