CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA

SOMETHING THAT CAN'T AFFORD

Olivia was hit with a wave of nausea, but she chose to take a step back and deflate their arrogance.

Olivia pointed with her finger, "Well then... wrap up that six pairs of Balenciaga shoes, that five pair D&G, and this whole section of Prada for me! Since Mr. Mansada can afford it." she smiles playfully.

Seeing the items she had chosen, Mansada and

Mitchell were stunned on the spot.

"This.. This is unbelievable..Ahm" Mansada hurriedly tried to stop the sales lady, and turn his serious gaze at Olivia.

"What's wrong? Can't Mr. Mansada afford it?" Olivia blinked innocently, even the sales lady looked at them expectantly. The items she had just picked up are almost sold out and it's about to bring each of them to the counter. But before the cashier punches the barcode, Mansada talks to Olivia once more.

"Ahermp" Mansada cleared his throat. "Olivia, all of that items, did you really need it? I mean it's a good item and can make you look presentable. Or you might suddenly gain weight and your feet won't fit in the future, that's a shame, right?"

"It's fine. As long as I wanted to wear it. Besides, I will take it all as your special gift to me. Don't worry!" Olivia said.

"Alright, I understand. Maybe you want to reduce some items, then next week. I will buy your other items and have them delivered to your house? What do you think? That way you won't have a hard time carrying them, that's a lot" Mansada clarified.

Instead of answering him, Olivia turned to the sales lady and said, " Miss, base on your own calculations, how much is the total prices of that items?"

"At least six million and seven hundred thousand pesos" the sales lady replied immediately.

"If Mr. Mansada really can't pay, then I'll pay. I'll tell everyone it was his generous gift for me. Brandon, after the payment process, make sure to take a picture of Mr. Mansada, it's about his generosity so we have post it on social media..." After saying this, Olivia walked out going to the exit. She wanted to see if these man would continue to show off or protect his wallet.

"I... I will pay for it! How could I can't afford it!"

Mansada gritted his teeth and took out his golden card, a feel of pain hitting his heart.

"Come on, come on! Wrap all these up!" Brandon who remain standing near the counter, urged the sales lady and the cashier. Not giving Mansada any time to regret, even he knows that Olivia picked the most expensive items, without hesitation.

Seeing the sales ladies happily packing up the items, Michell's eyes turned red with anger. She hurriedly follows Olivia outside of the store. "Olivia Hermstein, you need to stop! You're such a cheap woman, grabbing everything without even blinking. Do you think you can get away with this?"

"A cheap woman? Are you talking about my wife?" Before Michell could add her words, a deep male voice interrupted from behind. It was calm and distant, yet very pleasant to the ear.

"Tristan, why are you here?" Olivia's eyes lit up with surprise and joy as she saw her husband Tristan approaching. She felt like a child who had been bullied outside, holding back her tears until her protector arrived.

"What do you want to buy?" Tristan frowned as he looked at her, ignoring Michell in the area.

"I want to buy everything, but... but they wouldn't even let me look at them," Olivia crossed her arms and pouted, feeling a bit wronged. She didn’t mean to come off as spoiled, but the moment she laid eyes on Tristan, all her frustrations just spilled out.

Tristan noticed her slightly red eyes and didn't say a word. He just turned his head and gave Michell, a cold warning glance and the next is the people which is currently talking in the counter. He entered the store and he proceeded to the counter area which is the sales staff continued packing many items.

Michell's legs went weak, and she almost stumbled. The palms of Michell, who was in her arms, were already sweaty.

"Mr. President, Sir Emerson!" Mansada stammered out greeting, his smile awkward and forced.

The sales staff, unaware of Tristan Emerson's significance, lifted the items in their hand and asked, "Mr. Mansada, should we still pack these?"

"Pack everything! Miss Olivia Hermstein wants it all, and do it properly!" Mansada said, his face was almost covered with sweat.

If Mansada had been worried about the money earlier, he certainly wasn't now.

Who was Tristan Emerson? Why is it that Mansada is really aware about what it's all about him.

It was Tristan, the president, and the head of Emerson Family! The well-known family owned two companies, earning a profit share for a total of 3.2 billion pesos in one year.

Mansada discreetly tugged at Michell, signaling her to be sensible. Michell immediately plastered on a fawning smile. "Oh... Olivia, you're married? Why didn't you tell me? President Tristan, hello, I'm Olivia's good friend since high school, Michell. What just happened was a misunderstanding. I thought Olivia was having financial difficulties and we wanted to help her out."

Friends? Helping me? Ha! What a joke! Olivia's eyes grew colder as she snapped, "I'm not close to Miss Michell, because we are not, in the same level "

Michell's face turned pale with anxiety. She stammered, "Olivia, are you mad? Why are you saying such hurtful things? We're still good friends, aren't we?"

"Clearly, I know you but we're not friends. Let's not be friends then. I already look poor enough, the cheap woman who can't buy anything she wants."

Mansada sensed the dissatisfaction in Olivia's voice and felt his legs go weak under Tristan Emerson's cold gaze. He quickly said, "Miss Olivia, Michell just has a sharp tongue and can't control herself. I'm apologizing on her behalf."

Even though Mansada was speaking to Olivia, his gaze kept flickering over to Tristan Emerson. Tristan's face was a blank slate, but the slight furrow in his brows made it clear he was not impressed with Mansada's insincerity.

In a high-end mall that attracts the elite, many eyes were discreetly observing the tense standoff. If it weren't for Tristan Emerson's reputation, there would likely be a sizable crowd gathered to witness the unfolding drama.

"President Emerson, we truly didn't know that Miss Olivia Hermstein was your wife. That's why we were so blind and offended her," Mansada's tone had a hint of pleading. "Could you please, please give us a chance to apologize?"

"Yeah, Olivia, we're friends after all..." Michell tried to salvage the situation, unwilling to give up on their connection.

Tristan Emerson suddenly spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You say you're good friends, yet she didn't tell you about her marriage? Olivia, since when did you start having such friends?" Tristan's words hit hard, and even someone as thick-skinned as Michell couldn't maintain the connection.

Michell stood there awkwardly, her face flushing red and then turning pale. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead and nose, ruining her meticulously applied makeup.

As Brandon the crow, who currently serves as Olivia's bodyguard, stood behind Mansada, he lowered his head. But Olivia could tell he was just trying to hide his playful smile."herrm"