Chapter 181: Sorry, We Don't Sell to You_1

She was telling the truth. With Amadeus Yancey's height, figure, and looks, even a rag would seem designer when worn by him.

Yet, it sounded incredibly ambiguous.

Zayn Fisher's brow was furrowed, and an irritation without cause rose in his heart.

Just a few days ago, she went to a hotel with some old man, and now she's flirting with Mr. Yancey. Does she know what family background Mr. Yancey has? Does she think she can reach the Yancey family?

A corner of Amadeus's mouth lifted. He glanced over at Zayn Fisher with his narrow eyes and felt rather pleased. He turned back, picked up the other clothes hanging in the changing room, and asked in a deep voice, "What about these? Want me to try them on for you?"

"No need now." Nathalie Quinlan had been nonchalant at first; if he wanted to try, then he should try. She had invited him out to shop intending to buy him clothes anyway; she could wait if need be.