Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 343 Impulsive Shopper

Anastasia walked into a shop selling menswear brands and asked the sales assistant to lead her to the belt section, which the assistant enthusiastically did. When the assistant saw the man behind Anastasia, she recognized him as a man with great success and wealth.

When Anastasia carefully chose a belt, she saw a belt with a navy blue buckle and thought that it suited Elliot. She took the belt and showed it to him. “How about this one? Do you like it?”

Elliot glanced at it, then nodded. “I like the color.”

“Then, I’ll get you this one.” She decided on the present, and she glanced at the price tag. It cost at least 10,000, but she could still handle the expenses.

After paying for the present, Anastasia saw that it was still early. “Let’s get back to the company.”

“Now, it is time for me to get you a present.” He suddenly pulled Anastasia’s wrist and took her to the women’s clothing store.

laughed. “Elliot, I don’t

immediately started to choose. Anastasia watched him scan through the clothes on the hanger.

consisted of workwear, casual coats, and skirts. It was the world’s top

them if she let him be. When she thought about that, she felt sorry for his wallet. So, Anastasia

assistant behind Elliot was already holding a pile of clothes in her arms. However, he was still going to pick more. Seeing this, Anastasia could only go in front of him and spread her arms to stop him.

Elliot turned around to the sales

describing the clothes. Looking at the number of clothes, Anastasia felt dizzy. In a short time, Elliot had picked three sets of workwear, four coats, and three skirts. Of course, all of

567,000. What is your preferred

hear it wrong? More than five hundred thousand?

pulled out a black card and handed

with unlimited credit and waved it over the machine. After a ding,

couldn’t even stop her from doing that. In the end, Elliot bought her a bunch of clothes.

bags of clothes to Anastasia. “Miss, this is your clothes.

reached out for the bags, and another arm wrapped over Anastasia’s

a café. “Let’s have a cuppa.” After