Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 115 - 127: A One-of-a-Kind Gift (12)

This time, let’s see if Isabel can hold back!

As long as Isabel shows even a hint of dissatisfaction in front of Elijah Smith, given his favoritism towards her, he will definitely start an argument with Isabel.

Considering this, Evelyn Osbert looked sweetly at the saleswoman and spoke softly, "If there is any stock left, please get me one too. This outfit is very beautiful. I think Sister Isabel won’t mind if I wear the same, right?"

Isabel knew Evelyn was cheap, but she didn’t think she was this cheap. Knowing that she didn’t want to start a fight in front of Elijah, Evelyn ups the ante. Isabel clenched her fists tightly and her heart felt oppressed. As she turned her head to look at Evelyn’s provocative gaze, she was about to speak when she saw Percy Stanton walk over from where he had been sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, approaching her with a noble and indifferent air. He didn’t even glance at Evelyn and asked her directly, "Do you like it?"

Percy Stanton’s voice was remarkably pleasant, deep yet gentle. His diction was very clear and perfect. It was like a male anchor on a late-night TV station, gentle and magnetic. Although there wasn’t much emotion on his face, the warmth in his tone alone was enough to make hearts flutter.

Isabel’s words, which were almost out, were once again stifled. She turned her head to see Percy’s deep, dark gaze fixed on her face. She felt an indescribable emotion at the bottom of her heart and nodded subconsciously. After a pause, she added, "Not bad."

Percy Stanton hummed in response and reached into his pocket for his wallet. While pulling out his bank card, he continued talking in a calm tone, "If you like it, take it."

Upon hearing Percy’s words, Evelyn handed her card to the saleswoman, smiling and looking delicate, "I’ll take a set of this outfit too, the same size as Sister Isabel’s. Thank you."

After saying this, Evelyn raised her head to look at Elijah Smith standing beside her, "Next month is Elijah’s 20th birthday. On the day of Elijah’s birthday party, I can wear this dress. What do you think, Elijah?"

Isabel raised her eyebrows slightly, watching Evelyn’s endless and overbearing behavior. There was a coldness in her eyes. She firmly believed that the mouth should be used to count money, not to argue. But now, she really couldn’t hold back. She glanced at Evelyn and spoke with a frosty tone, "Evelyn Osbert..."

"Please help me swipe my card first." The words had barely left Isabel’s mouth when Percy Stanton, who had been casually standing aside, handed over his ordinary-looking Bank of Industry and Commerce card to the saleswoman, speaking indifferently like water.

"Yes, sir, please wait a moment." Isabel was the first to choose the outfit, so naturally, they should swipe her outfit first. The saleswoman took Percy’s card without hesitation.

As the saleswoman swiped the card and was about to input the price of the outfit, Percy suddenly asked casually, "There are seven sets of this outfit in Bellshire, right?"

"Yes, sir," the saleslady replied politely, looking up at Percy.

"Help me swipe all seven sets in one go."