Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 117 - 129: A Unique Gift (14)

Chapter 117: Chapter 129: A Unique Gift (14)

However, his words left Isabel Smith, Elijah Smith, Evelyn Osbert, and the saleswoman all dumbfounded.

Only Percy Stanton stood there calmly, not feeling that there was anything inappropriate about what he had said. He looked at the saleswoman who was still standing there, still not inputting the amount in the card machine, and continued: "Can’t you figure out how much the seven pieces of clothing cost?"

The saleswoman was suddenly startled awake, looking at Percy Stanton cautiously, and said, "No, sir, are you sure you want all seven of these clothes?"

Percy Stanton frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the saleswoman’s hesitation.

The saleswoman hurriedly continued with her trembling voice, "Sir, I don’t mean that, I mean, that young lady can only wear an "S" size, the other sizes might be too big."

Percy Stanton nodded, just saying "hmm" to indicate he understood and didn’t say anything else.

The saleswoman, seeing that Percy Stanton’s attitude hadn’t changed, continued uncertainly, "Sir, are you sure you want all seven?"

Percy Stanton’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his beautiful face.

The saleswoman quickly changed her words, "Sir, please wait a moment, I’ll get a calculator now."

"Don’t bother, one piece of clothing is 370,000, the total for seven pieces of clothing is 2.59 million." Percy Stanton didn’t even blink, naturally calculating the price of all seven pieces of clothing.

The saleswoman was shocked again, hastily grabbed the calculator, and still went on to calculate once more to make sure the result was exactly the same as Percy’s. Then, with trembling fingers, she prepared to input the amount on the card machine.

She had seen rich people before, but she had never seen someone so extravagant as to casually spend 2.59 million without even blinking an eye!

As the saleswoman was just about to press the number "2," Percy Stanton, as if suddenly remembering something, spoke again, "Forget it, just go ahead and charge 18.5 million."

The saleswoman’s hand holding Percy Stanton’s bank card suddenly dropped it to the ground.

The next second, the saleswoman quickly regained her composure, as if frightened, repeatedly saying "I’m sorry," and quickly bending down to pick up the fallen bank card from the ground.

18.5 million, that was the total amount of these limited edition clothes with only fifty pieces in the world.

His meaning was...

The saleswoman raised her head, just wanting to ask Percy Stanton, but he spoke again, neither cold nor hot, asking, "You can transfer inventory, right?"

"Y-yes... yes, sir," the saleswoman stuttered.

"Then transfer all the remaining clothes to your store in Bellshire. I’ll leave an address for you later. When the inventory is complete, just send the clothes directly there." As Percy Stanton spoke, he took out a pen from his pocket, took a piece of paper from the saleswoman’s hand, and smoothly wrote down the detailed address of Isabel’s apartment; phone number and full name were also Isabel’s.

Percy Stanton filled in the address, handed the paper to the saleswoman, turned his head, and glanced at Isabel Smith, asking, "Is there anything else you want? If not, I’ll have her swipe the card."