The salesperson’s face was full of smiles, at this moment she didn’t care about the woman’s identity, after all, these days, money talks.

Besides, she wouldn’t have to worry about her monthly performance. Maybe, if she serves well this time, the customer might return often.

"Miss Nia, Young Master Peary has already paid for these clothes."

The salesperson originally expected to see joy on Nia Mitchell’s face, but...

After a long while, she was disappointed.

Nia Mitchell pouted and stomped over to Maxwell Peary.

"How could you buy so many clothes? We still have plenty at home."

Besides, she preferred wearing T-shirts and jeans with sneakers, which was convenient and comfortable.

"If you wear a new outfit every day, these clothes are far from enough."

Maxwell Peary had decided that Rabina Mitchell wouldn’t wear the same outfit twice, so he needed to make more money.

If others heard the CEO’s inner thoughts, they’d probably throw rotten leaves at him.

Pretend all you want!

Go ahead and pretend!

Are you saving that money just to let it gather mold?

Even if you did nothing but travel and fly everywhere with Nia, there’s enough money for a lifetime and still have some left for the Underworld.

Nia Mitchell’s mouth twitched, a new outfit every day?

Is this wholesale?

"I don’t want them; anyway, I don’t want these clothes."

Especially that one... ahem... that revealing one.

"I’ve already paid for them, no returns."

Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, sounding a bit like a rogue.

Nia Mitchell: ...

So does that mean she really has to buy them?

"Sis-in-law, just take them, it’s rare for my brother to be this happy."

Evelyn Peary immediately came over to persuade, her brother had good taste, even if he hadn’t come, she would have bought these few pieces of clothing herself.

Nia Mitchell frowned, inwardly complaining.

Rarely happy?

Your brother is always like this, okay?

"Come on, weren’t we going to shop for shoes?"

Earlier, while sitting in the rest area, Evelyn Peary mentioned this.

Said something about how a new dress must have new shoes to match, otherwise it’s not worth buying.

"Ah? Shoe store?"

...

Shoe store—

Nia Mitchell sat there, looking quite unwilling, as the CEO happily picked out shoes.

How did she not know that Maxwell Peary had such hobbies?

"Uncle, can’t we not buy these?"

She forgot to check the prices of the clothes earlier, but the prices for the shoes are clearly displayed here.

She saw them very clearly, ridiculously expensive.

"These are nice."

Maxwell Peary glanced at the always-following salesperson, who immediately started looking for the shoes.

They just needed a glance to know what size shoes Nia Mitchell wore.

Soon, the shoes Maxwell Peary had chosen appeared in front of Nia Mitchell.

Meanwhile, Evelyn Peary had been eyeing a pair before, and this store had released new styles, trying them on eagerly.

Nia Mitchell was filled with annoyance, smiling awkwardly at the salesperson, and had to take off her sneakers to put on the delicate high heels.

It was like Cinderella suddenly arriving in a sparkling kingdom to live a more luxurious life as a princess.

She found herself particularly uncomfortable with it.

Nia Mitchell’s smile had faded, but she continued trying them on, since these were the CEO’s chosen shoes.

Maxwell Peary turned around and saw Nia Mitchell already in high heels.

"Very beautiful."

His eyes were blazing, the most direct expression.