In Singapore.
In less than a minute after hanging up the phone, Paul’s phone vibrated. He had received two new messages.
It was a message from Jasmine. "Mr. Clinton, I've wanted this bag for a long time, but I'm not qualified to buy it. I would need you to make a trip to the store. Kisses!"
There was a picture of a bag attached at the bottom.
Paul laughed in exasperation. He couldn't understand what was on Jasmine’s mind
For a while, she was frightened by his offer to buy a gift. The next second, she sent him a picture of a bag and asked him to buy it for her.
Just as Paul was about to close the chat box, his phone vibrated and another picture was sent over.
The woman in the photo was half squatting. She was taking a selfie of her side profile in the mirror, wearing a very thin red
