Outside the store, Nathalie Quinlan leaned against the glass escalator playing with her phone. When she saw him come out, she put her phone away.
"Did you find everything okay?"
"Yeah." Amadeus Yancey had just instructed the sales assistant not to sell anything in the store to Zayn Fisher and his group. Feeling very pleased with himself, he held the shopping bags and handed her back the bank card, "The total was eleven thousand."
Nathalie Quinlan was stunned for a second, hardly believing her ears as she took the bank card and blurted out, "That cheap?"
Last time she bought him a uniquely-designed shirt from a designer that cost over eighty thousand. This time, shirts, sweaters, pants, and even a trench coat, seven or eight items in total, came to just eleven thousand. Even with discounts, this wasn't how it was normally done. Were the prices broken?