AT THE LUXURY SHOP

While Sandra continued pleading, she suddenly saw Donald standing not too far from them. Feeling disgusted at Donald’s existence, she rolled her eyes and murmured somthing beneath her breath.

"Eh! How come this useless pauper is here? Has he still not given up on me?" Sandra naturally suspected that Donald was there because he had been following them all the way long.

The rich guy, Rodney, also noticed Donald, and after sharing a mischievous look with Sandra, the two of them burst into laughter.

"Hey, how come the servant boy is here? Have you been following us? Poor spoony!" Rodney couldn’t hold back the pride of a winner as he laid a deep kiss on Sandra, which made the latter giggle in pleasure.

However, Donald didn’t even spare them a side glance. He wasn’t there to waste his precious time on a couple of bitch and bastard, he was there to prepare for his luxurious life.

Rodney, on the other hand, had never been ignored like this, and what made him boil with anger as he had just been overlooked completely by a loser, the type of person he usually paid no attention to.

Angrily, he pulled Sandra's wrist, and walked towards the saleswoman of the shop.

"Madam, I think you should carefully watch that young man in a blue rag. He is penniless and may spoil your goods, or even steal them," Rodney said seriously, while Sandra nodded approvingly.

"Please, who is he amongst the men standing there?" The saleswoman asked. She was beginning to believe Sandra and Rodney because there was no reason for them to lie to her. Probably they had noticed something that she hadn’t yet and came to kindly remind her in advance.

"That is him, the one wearing a blue shirt with numerous patches." Sandra said pointing at Donald who had already begun to select clothes in the most expensive section.

Now, he had already picked out five suits of new clothes and was looking to select two more.

The saleswoman scanned Donald from tip to toe in disdain. She was already beginning to suspect Donald because of how ragged he dressed.

It was impossible for the rich to wear shoes that had holes, was it?

From all aspects, Donald didn’t look like someone who was rich or could afford the items he was selecting. The saleswoman felt like taking a step against Donald, but she tried to caution herself. After all, she can’t suspect her clients without solid evidence.

After picking two extra suits, making it seven in total, Donald stood up to go around the lady’s section in search of a nice and tangible gift for Amelia. In no time, he found a pair of earrings that looked quite beautiful and worthwhile.

"Wow...this is a perfect gift for her," Donald said to himself, as he eyed the price tag which said 20 million dollars.

As soon as he was done picking up the gift, he walked to the checkout counter to pay.

He tried to bring out his wallet but couldn't find it. He searched his pockets thoroughly, but there was no trace of the wallet.

All this while, Sandra, Rodney, and the saleswoman were watching him closely.

"See, I said it, he is a thief. He doesn't have the money to pay for even the cheapest things here, yet see what he went ahead to pick.

I told you to shoo him out, but you wouldn't believe me," Sandra said to saleswoman before turning to face Donald, “Hey, donkey, don’t pretend you can afford all of that, alright? Why shame yourself to this extent? I swear I won’t come back to you, no matter what you do. So stop the show, okay?”

Rodney who has also watched the whole scene without blinking eyes was already laughing his head off.

"The best you can do is to call the security guards and get this idiot out of your shop. What if he robs the shop?" Rodney chocked and laughed with tears in his eyes.

With the turn out of things, the saleswoman was now convinced that Donald was indeed poor and could not afford to pay for the goods, so she decided to take steps against Donald.

"Sir, if you can’t pay for the clothes and earrings, please kindly leave the shop before I call the security," the saleswoman said, pretending to be polite, yet she secretly signaled the messenger at the doorstep to call for the security men.

Just as Sandra and Rodney went on abusing Donald, one of the shop's cleaners walked out of the toilet with a wallet in her hands.

"Who owns this wallet?" The cleaner asked.

"Ah my wallet! Thank you!" Donald smiled in relief as he moved towards the cleaner to collect his wallet and thank her.

“Here,” Within the twinkle of an eye, Donald brought out his bank card and handed it over to the attendant as the others watched suspiciously.

"It's a hundred thousand dollars in total, sir," the attendant confirmed.

"Go ahead and deduct the money," Donald said calmly, ignoring all the attention paid to him.

"Ha! The poor guy still acting like a tycoon to attract attention. Shame on you!" Rodney smirked as he watched with interest.

But just then, the machine announced, “A hundred thousand dollars deducted! Thanks for shopping at Vengod’s Luxury”.

“That can’t be true!” Rodney and Sandra couldn’t believe their eyes as the attendant handed over the card back to Donald.“He must have stolen someone’s card! Call the police!”

They believed something must have gone wrong, so Sandra came close to Donald and the attendant. "I suggest he be arrested. I'm sure that he must have stolen someone else's bank card. The bank card he used can’t be his. I know him. He is a very poor guy," Sandra said hastily. She could let Donald get away after this.

"Here is the phone number of the hotel where he works as a server, you can verify what my girl said with the hotel boss in person" Rodney said, handing out a business card he was given long ago for being a VIP guest at the hotel.

While the saleswoman and the attendant were hestitant about what to do next, the security guards walked in, together with the manager of Vengod’s Luxury.

"Could this be Mr Jeff's son?"The shop's manager asked, pleasantly surprised.

Donald had a striking resemblance with his father, and many people of high status had been able to identify Donald as Albert Jeff's son in the past, because of his looks.

"Yes, I am, if you’re referring to that Mr Jeff," Donald responded, wondering how the manager of an ordinary luxury shop got to know his father.

"I thought as much. You look so much like your father. I met him at a business meeting some time ago at Hanclord city, and we got talking. You have such an intelligent father," the woman remarked with a guilty conscience.

As everyone watched them in amazement, the manager herself knew she was only telling half the truth. She did indeed meet Donald’s father at a business meeting but she never got a chance to go near that low-key tycoon, not to mention chat with him.

But the rest of them didn’t know, and they couldn’t help but wonder …

Can the father of a pauper meet with a manager of a luxury brand at a "business meeting?"