The clerk was a bit daunted. Ivan sauntered toward the clerk, his tone casual and cold, "What… Do we need to tell you the code of our credit card before buying a new dress now?"
"No… Of course not," the clerk smiled flatteringly, "Miss, please come with me. I'm getting the dress so you can try it on right now."
Megan followed the clerk to the change room. Ivan took his seat on the couch. He hadn't wanted to come, but his guard had told him that Megan was kicked out again and again…
Was his black card that difficult to use?
A clerk brought him a cup of coffee when he sat down, "Sir, please have a cup of coffee."
Ivan didn't even bother to lift his eyes. At this moment, Stacy's voice mail came in. She whined in that mail, "Hubby, when are you gonna come back? I miss you so much…"
Iva
