No One But You

Chapter 15 Asked Him For Money

At least the canaries have money to spend. But I was just being fed like a pig.

I stopped eating when I was angry, and went back to my room to sleep.

Before going to bed, Bennett knocked on my door and asked me with my dress in her hands, “Miss

Josephine, do you want this skirt washed? It looks so expensive. Do you want me to have it dry-

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The dress, that expensive dress!

I jumped out of bed and grabbed the dress. "No, no, it's not dirty."

"Ok, go to bed early." Bennett turned and closed the door.

I held the dress and carefully dug out the tag inside.

I did not cut off the tag, and the dress was not dirty, since I only wore it once. After I returned it

tomorrow, I would have twenty thousand.

And I had the invoice of the handbag and the earrings.. I would return them too.

The high heels were wasted. I walked a lot with them tonight. The sole must wear, and it was

impossible to return them.

With money, I would have the abortion.

I turned off the light, looking at the dark ceiling with my hands covering my belly.

It was not that I was cruel, but I could not give birth to a child without knowing who the father was.

If I gave birth to it, I should at least know who the father was.

I would also tell him that it was not I didn't love him, but I could not give him any love.

The next day I slept till noon and let the driver to send me to S-TANG after breakfast.

He must be surprised that an unemployed woman spent her days at the mall.

I went straight into the mall and to the famous store.

The clerk, who was the same person yesterday, was enthusiastic, “Miss, we have new arrivals today. I

will give you to try."

I parried her hand and showed her that I was not being followed by a fat cat to pay me. Instead, I held

out my bag.

She looked at me. "What do you mean?"

"Return it."

She looked incredulous. "What are you saying?"

I took out a letter of commitment from the package and showed it to her. It clearly stated that the goods

could be returned and replaced within a week, provided they were not damaged or soiled.

Now the brand shop had humanized management, otherwise business would not be good.

The clerk looked at me with a complex expression, took the bag from my hand, took out the clothes

and checked it carefully.

Go ahead and check it out. I checked it out beforehand anyway, and I can't see any flaws.

A few clerks looked around for a long time, and I looked at them coldly. "If you make the clothes bad

from touching it, it will be your responsibility."

When they heard this, they gave up and reluctantly returned the money to me.

"Card number, please."

"What card number?"

"The bank card number that paid this dress at that time!" The clerk had a poker face.

"No, just give me the cash."

"No, it will be returned to where it came. You paid by your bank card, so it will return to that bank card

only.

Damn it, if it returned to Calvin’s card, it had nothing to do with me.

Needless to say, the jewelry and handbag were bought with Calvin’s card, and they could only be

returned to his card.

I sat on the sofa wondering what to do.

If returned, the money would be returned to his card. In that way, I got nothing. But I won’t give up.

The clerks were talking about me at a volume I could hear.

"Even if someone bought it for her, she would not be able to afford it. She returned it the next day."

"She is poor but she wants to wear luxury brand."

I really did not understand that we were ordinary people, why they looked down on others in a brand

shop.

They were also raised in the same environment, and they thought they were superior to others.

I stood up and went over to them, and they retreated out of guiltily.

I negotiated with them, “Give me cash. The dress is 19998, I only want 15,000, you can keep the rest

for your tip."

They looked each other. One of them, who had been particularly attentive to me yesterday, looked

annoyed. "You're trying to drag us and get us expelled! Don't think of that."

I knew it was going to happen. The company had rules, so they dared not to do so.

"Ok then, return to the bank card."

"Are you sure?" They looked at me.

"Sure."

They probably thought I at least had a designer dress if I did not return it.

I was poor, what can I do with a designer dress?

After I returned the dress, I returned handbag and jewelry.

Then, I found out the breakfast invoice ford Elena yesterday morning. And I was ready to ask money

from Calvin.

But of course I couldn't go to his office. The security guard couldn't let me go up there.

I won’t be stupid to quarrel with the security downstairs like Elena, which would only let Calvin hate her.

Yesterday I read Calvin's schedule. I knew he had an appointment at noon today.

It was a woman who did business with him.

I went to that restaurant and there was nothing I could afford to consume except water.

I can only sit, but I was hungry. I had the eager to let Stella send food to me.

The waiter was impatient. Fortunately there were a few people in the western restaurant at noon,

otherwise he would certainly resent me to take a table for nothing.

The woman opposite Calvin was beautiful, looking at Calvin affectionately.

No wonder Calvin was tsundere, all the women around him liked him.

Well, a spoiled man.

Calvin went to the toilet on the way. I sat on my own seat and played with my mobile phone. After a

while, I saw a man standing beside my desk.

There were fine stitches in his clothes, which was hand-made.

There was only one man affordable for handmade suit and took the initiative to approach me.

I raised my head to look at him, “What a coincidence?"

"Coincidence?" He sneered, “Do you mean that it is a coincidence that I come here for a meal and you

drink water and play games?"

"Do you own this western restaurant?"

"Did you see my schedule?" It was good to connect with smart people. They were frank.

“I'd watch them for a month. Here they are." I pointed to my head. "Mr. Knight is charming that I want to

follow you for a month."

Instead of being angry, he laughed, “An unemployed young woman is bored."

"You didn’t give me a job." I glanced sideways at his table. He had ordered half a lobster, half a steak,

and half a grilled quail. He had barely touched them.

"Will you continue?" I pointed to his table.

He didn't get what I meant. "Huh?"

"You don't give me a job, at least give me some food." I got up and went to his table, and then returned

to my table with his large plate, buried my head in my food after I showed him a smile.