April flashed a triumphant smile, glancing scornfully at James and sneering:
"Don't think you're the only one with money. I just choose not to squander it like you."
James was getting annoyed with this obnoxious woman's incessant nagging.
Since the sales assistant had softened because of money, he decided to use his own money to back her up.
"Hey, miss, how much do I need to top up here to have the right to kick someone out?"
"Ah? Well... we don't really have the right to kick people out," the sales assistant stammered, confused.
"Let me rephrase that. If I want to have everyone in this store serve only me, how much would that cost?"
James took out his phone, scanned the bank payment code in front of her, ready to give her a surprise.
The sales assistant clearly guessed what was coming, and her expression lit up with excitement. She stammered:
"I... our million-level black card members can have that kind of service."
"Great, get my girlfriend a card. I'll top up 2 million. Please arrange for the service you mentioned as soon as possible."
James finished speaking, moved his fingers, and completed the transfer.
He showed his phone to the sales assistant and said, "Go check the front desk to see if it's been credited."
The sales assistant got a jolt and, disregarding decorum, dashed towards the cashier.
Meanwhile, the cashier was staring at the computer screen in shock, exclaiming:
"Oh my God, where did these 2 million dollars come from!"
Her exclamation drew gasps from everyone in the store.
While James and the woman were arguing, others in the store had been subtly inching closer to eavesdrop.
Now, hearing that this handsome guy had actually thrown down 2 million, they were stunned, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.
Although they had guessed he was wealthy, they hadn't realized he was this wealthy.
Casually dropping 2 million, just to kick someone out?
That's insane.
This is what it truly means to be loaded and capricious.
Shirley Taylor was also dumbfounded.
Looking at the carefree James, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes.
She felt that her rival's brother had a bad temper.
He seemed to enjoy throwing money around when provoked.
He had just impulsively spent 3 million on a live stream to make a point.
It was scary.
She watched the sales assistant approach, bowing deeply, and wondered if she could ask for a refund.
"Thank you, Mr. James King, for your support. Please wait a moment, we will arrange the most premium service for you immediately."
The sales assistant bowed deeply, her smile as radiant as a blooming chrysanthemum.
The other sales assistants had already received instructions and were readying themselves to serve James.
Their store was a second-tier brand;
2 million was enough to buy out the entire store's inventory.
They could even close the store to serve this VIP exclusively.
"No need for that, just get rid of the fly from before," James said, pointing at April's constipated expression.
April, seeing him casually throw down 2 million, looked as if she had just eaten shit.
The fact that the man could produce so much cash proved that he was on a different level than her.
Faced with such status, she could only seethe silently.
"Miss, I'm very sorry, but you are disrupting our normal business operations. I must ask you to leave."
The sales assistant once again spoke politely with a smile,
but unlike her previous demeanor when she picked up the card, her spine was now ramrod straight.
Her smile even carried a hint of satisfaction.
"Why should I leave? I'm a VIP here. Is this how you treat your customers? I'll report your sycophantic behavior to reporters."
April was furious. Though she didn't dare to confront James, she had no qualms about berating a lowly worker.
"Miss, please don't make this difficult. If you continue to cause a disturbance, I'll have to call security."
The sales assistant didn't wait for her reply and immediately took out her phone to call for backup.
"Hello, security? We have a customer causing a disturbance here, please come over..."
For such an unreasonable customer who was affecting their black card member's mood,
she felt it was necessary to have her removed.
Even the company's CEO would likely commend her actions.
"Hmph, just you wait. I'll expose your store and report you to the consumer association..."
April stormed out, still cursing under her breath.
With the troublemaker gone, the scene quieted down for a moment,
followed by a buzz of hushed conversations.
The other customers who had been eavesdropping started to discuss the situation.
"Wow, I didn't realize that guy was so rich, topping up his girlfriend's card with 2 million!"
"Why can't I find a young, rich, and handsome guy like that? sob sob"
"Honey, look how well he treats his girlfriend~"
"What's the big deal! If you were as pretty as his girlfriend, I'd give you 2 million too."
The chatter reached James's ears.
He smiled faintly, very pleased with the sales assistant's actions.
Upright and impartial.
This kind of intelligent salesperson was worth keeping around.
James felt it necessary to have her continue assisting him.
"Miss, my girlfriend needs to buy some underwear and shoes. Could you accompany us to pick out some good ones? My girlfriend is quite shy and might need your help. I'll give you ten thousand for your trouble, is that okay?"
The sales assistant's name was Lulia Smith,
and she nodded excitedly at the VIP's invitation.
Are you kidding? Her monthly salary, including commissions, was less than eight thousand. She could earn ten thousand just by accompanying a VIP on a shopping trip. Only a fool would refuse.
As for it being during working hours and her leaving her post,
come on, she had just secured a two million top-up for the store.
The store's annual target had just been met. Who would dare say she was doing private work during office hours?
Even the store manager would probably buy her a bubble tea out of gratitude.
"Thank you, sir, thank you! I'm sure you'll be satisfied with my service."
James nodded with a smile.
After that, he didn't bother having Shirley Taylor try on other clothes. The dress she was wearing was already stunning enough to outshine every other girl in the mall.
Holding Shirley Taylor's hand, who was quiet as a mouse, he paid the bill and walked out of the store.
Lulia Smith followed them, carrying five sets of clothes with a cheerful smile.
Seeing how helpful she was, James didn't bother calling Jay Johnson back.
Meanwhile, at the same time,
Jay Johnson was staring at the main road, deep in thought.
The two women from earlier had taken a taxi and left.
There were still ten minutes left before the half-hour mark the boss had set for arguing with them.
As a man who strictly followed orders,
Jay Johnson was considering whether to chase after them in the Rolls-Royce to continue the argument.
But he worried about damaging his boss's car, which could cost him a year's salary.
And driving a Rolls-Royce to go and argue felt somehow wrong.
There were no other taxis around,
so he had no way to pursue them.
He could only watch as their car disappeared into the distance.
He felt extremely troubled by his failure to complete the mission.
Being a bodyguard was a lot more complicated than he originally thought. It is even harder than a ten-kilometer run.
Inside the mall, Lulia Smith, following James's instructions, led them to a high-end lingerie store.
There was no rule against men entering, so James boldly walked in.
Under the warm lighting, the store was filled with colorful lingerie, some styles quite daring.
The visual impact was strong, and James, sitting in the men's lounge area, felt somewhat awkward but had no intention of leaving.
Lulia Smith guided the puppet-like Shirley Taylor in selecting lingerie.
"Miss Taylor, from my observation, you should be an E cup. This anti-gravity, seamless bra would be very comfortable..."
"If you need to run, this supportive style with extra coverage would be best..."
"You don't want to accentuate your size? Then you need a tight, push-up style that's also very thin and breathable..."