True Love Waits

Chapter 162 A Fabulous Jared

Carlos' only comment was, "What a good wife!"

Two days later, an eight-million-dollar Maserati was delivered to the villa. Debbie realized that Carlos took everything seriously. After that, she made a mental note to think before opening her mouth.

Right now, she wandered around in the garage, searching for a cheap car, but it seemed that the Porsche Cayman was the cheapest one among them.

She got the keys to the car from a locker and sped away from the manor in the Porsche.

When she reached the Shining International Plaza, her friends were already waiting for her. She was the last one to arrive. Jared placed his phone close to her face and complained, "Look what time it is! I got out of bed so we could go shopping, and I end up waiting for half an hour. My ass is frozen!"

Dixon cast him a sidelong look and was ruthless in exposing his lie. "Actually, I and Kristina have been waiting that long. You just got here. You've been here maybe five minutes tops."

Embarrassed, Jared took his phone back and wrapped his arm around Dixon's neck. "I'm your friend. How could you do that to me? I'll kill you."

Debbie always had a good time when she was with her friends. "Hey, big guy, don't bully Doctor," she laughed.

"Right. You won't lay a hand on Tomboy, so you bully my boyfriend instead. Cut it out, Jared!" Kristina pulled Dixon out of Jared's grip and massaged his neck.

The rest of the group giggled.

It took a long time for Kasie to decide what to buy for her boyfriend. Then they walked into a clothing shop. While the girls were trying on some clothes, the boys played games on their phones as they waited. The nice thing was that the chairs had charger cords that were compatible with their phones. So they were able to maintain a charge while playing some of the more intensive games. The chairs were comfortable as well.

exposed to the

the sweater had become a trend. Later, in the shop, while Debbie and Kristina were picking out clothes for Kasie, some women specifically told the shop assistants to fetch them some white clothes. She thought it was actually wild. Usually, people were seen mixing fashions both modern and ancient, but still this

for white clothes. What surprised Debbie was some

them. So if I wear something like that, maybe he'll think I'm hot," one of those women said with a dreamy smile. "Mrs. Huo and I have similar figures. If I wear my hair in a bun and put on a white sweater and a pair of casual shoes like she was wearing, people might

even afford those shoes? Have you seen the price tag?" her companion

even she herself didn't know how much that pair of shoes cost. They were given to her. It was Carlos' money, and he seemed to think money was no object. The belittled woman retorted, a trace of anger in

you going to cough up that

her mouth when she heard how much it was, yet Debbie's and her friends' mouths hung open in

put one hand over her chest to steady it. "Wow! Mr. and Mrs. Huo sure are rich!" she whispered in

everything: her clothes, her shoes, her diet and so on. The walk-in closet in the manor was huge, but even so, it was packed with the clothes

999 for a pair of shoes?! That sounded a bit ridiculous, not to mention the

jumped excitedly and remarked, "Hey, call me if you don't want any of your clothes and shoes anymore. Even my most expensive shoes only

Debbie was muddled. She nodded mechanically to Kasie. She had never imagined her closet alone would cost millions of dollars. 'What was Carlos thinking?' Debbie was no rare beauty no fashion plate. She knew men found her attractive, but she didn't think she was worth

Tristan to find some rare and pricey

never told her how much any of those things was worth. He might not answer even if she asked, and she felt it rude to ask. So she just wore these things, blissfully unaware

they stepped out of the clothing shop, Debbie still felt the whole thing was surreal. Carlos had done too much for her. She didn't even know how

a barber shop and dragged Dixon inside without even asking him. When the girls saw Jared again, they almost choked. If they

so many colors adorning his head, Jared was definitely the most dramatic person in the mall. Everyone was looking at him. He liked being the center of attention, and today was no exception. In fact,

oblivious to the stunned look in his friends' eyes, Jared stalked

my new hairdo? Dank, huh? You want me, don't you? The struggle

whenever he was in the streets. He dwarfed most of the population, and you could usually pick him out of a crowd. Jared was rightfully proud of this fact. Now, with eight lines in eight different colors crisscrossing on his head, he was like a bizarre, huge walking magnet, attracting attention everywhere he went. You could find every primary color in his hair: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan,