“A delivery?”

Everyone at the table froze. They had seen the nametag and the badge with the brand monogram pinned to Frank’s shirt. He was the manager of Gustav Atelier!

They gasped and exclaimed, “Wait, isn’t Gustav Atelier one of the top designer brands in the world? All their clothes come with five-figure price tags!”

In the midst of their astonishment, Frank merely waved his hand to beckon the assistants, saying, “Bring the goods in.”

The three assistants immediately brought the ornate boxes forward and rested them carefully on the long banquet table. They carried ten each, which meant there were thirty of these boxes altogether.

“I-Is this…” Emory gaped at the boxes with wide eyes, then said in disbelief, “This is the most popular design in one of Gustav’s seasonal collections! It retails for eighty-eight thousand!”

“Holy crap!”

“Are you serious? Then all these together cost more than an arm and a leg!”

thirty of these belts. They were staring at the boxes hungrily, and one of them turned to

began. “The gentleman

already generous enough to have offered to buy us

that moment as everyone leaped to compliment and

are just different, huh? He really

Nancy! I could never bring myself to splurge like this. This sure is a special way

bewildered by everyone’s praises and gratitude. Tyler never mentioned any of this to me, she thought in a daze, but when she saw how impressed her friends were, she felt certain that Tyler was the only person

Tyler loves me so much that he’s always coming up with ways to make me happy.” She raised a brow as she glanced over at Serena and Kingsley, then drawled haughtily, “I bet the both of you have never dreamed about

your charity, you filthy hag. I’ll get one for him

belt is through a woman’s altruism.” Emory was so jealous that the only way he could feel better was to put Kingsley down, and he went on to tease viciously, “If you’re so great, why don’t you make your own money and buy

this and pointed out incredulously, “What are you talking about? Mr. Nicholson was the one who bought

exchanged questioning looks and asked among

confusion, Kingsley put his hand up and addressed Frank,

replied, “It’s no trouble at all, Mr. Nicholson. We hope to serve you again.” With that, he backed out of the private dining

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