"Damian?" Julian Kingston asked in shock, "What are you doing here?"
Damian Knight coughed and said, "I was just passing by, so I thought I’d take you with ."
"I drove here myself, you go ahead first. I’ll take Miss Monroe to the mall, and I’ll be there in a bit."
Damian Knight looked coldly at Sumr Monroe, "Can’t you walk such a short distance by yourself?"
Sumr Monroe frowned.
Damian Knight’s nasty temper—it’s probably a virtue from his past life that he has friends!
She curled her lips, glanced at Julian Kingston, squeezed out a smile, and said, "You go ahead, I can make it on my own, no need to drop off."
"But..."
Damian Knight urged again, "Stop dawdling, get moving!"
He got out of the car and directly pulled Julian Kingston back into it, then threw his own assistant out of the car.
Sumr Monroe looked at Damian Knight in confusion, only to see Damian’s expressionless face say, "What are you looking at? Can’t soone else accompany you shopping? It has to be Aiden..."
"I’m not... I don’t need anyone to accompany ..."
However, before Sumr could finish speaking, Damian Knight directly ordered the driver to start the car.
With a gust of wind, only Sumr Monroe and the assistant were left at the scene.
Damian Knight’s assistant was nothing like him; he had a naturally smiling face.
"Haha, Miss Monroe, it’s my honor to accompany you shopping. What brand do you like? LV? Gucci? Prada? Or..." The assistant spoke as he matched eyes with Sumr Monroe.
The light in Sumr’s eyes was sharp and cold.
In her nearly indifferent gaze, his voice beca lower and lower, almost as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz.
In the end, the assistant awkwardly cleared his throat and said, "I won’t disturb your shopping, I’ll just follow behind to ensure your safety."
"I said, you don’t need to follow , just go find Damian Knight, or return to the company. I want to shop alone."
Sumr Monroe’s attitude was firm, and the assistant had no choice but to turn and leave.
The mall across the street from the restaurant was called Kingston Plaza, which was quite large, but being a weekday, there weren’t many people around.
The custors visible to the naked eye were mostly wealthy ladies or moms with children.
However, as soon as Sumr Monroe entered Kingston Plaza, she felt as if soone was watching her.
She quickly looked back, but behind her, it was empty, only a few passing custors.
Was it just her imagination?
Sumr withdrew her gaze and chose a clothing store that looked decent from the outside to enter.
As she walked in, the sales assistant greeted her. Probably noticing her ordinary clothes, the enthusiasm in the assistant’s eyes instantly cooled down. "Feel free to look around, but don’t touch anything."
Sumr frowned, "How can I know the material of the clothes without touching them?"
The sales assistant curled her lips, "Haven’t you heard of our brand, Feature? All our clothes are made of cotton and linen. Of course, they’re also quite expensive, starting at five figures. If you think it’s not suitable, you can check elsewhere."
Sumr knew the brand Feature well, often wearing it abroad because it was comfortable, and the main designer was a friend of hers.
Considering her friendship and the comfort of the clothes, Sumr ignored the snobbish attitude of the sales assistant and continued to seriously pick out clothes.
Since it’s Feature, there’s no need to touch the material, just choose a style.
The sales assistant watched as Sumr, surprisingly not leaving, thick-skinnedly continued selecting clothes; her face imdiately turned sour.
She’d seen many face-saving custors, wearing canvas shoes that looked like cheap flea market finds, yet daring to walk in here, truly shaless!
As the sales assistant mocked Sumr Monroe internally, she followed closely, as if afraid she’d steal sothing.
Sumr had a strong ntal fortitude, always able to keep her cool. She knew what the assistant was thinking and didn’t mind her following. She focused on picking clothes.
After all, she was choosing clothes, not taking the sales assistant ho.
Just then, a sharp but familiar voice from the entrance rang out, "Sales assistant, has this season’s new collection arrived? You kept that shirt I ordered last ti, right?"
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