Anne asked, "Are you ready to stay away from Bruce then?”
"I don't need to be ready.” Sarah smiled wryly. She was now married and should keep her distance from other men. As Mr. Andrew’s grandfather stated in the contract, Sarah couldn't do anything to disgrace their family.
What’s more, she knew how a married lady should behave.
"Look at you. Are you really going to end it with Bruce?”
"Anne, I have to. Bruce and I live in a completely different world. Let bygones be bygones. It’s better.”
When she talked, her tone was light.
Anne understood. She nodded her head and said, "Actually, if you really move on, why should you escape? That’s your job. You can just simply focus on your job. If you really move on and don't care about him, how could he bother you?”
. . .
After drinking and eating some snacks, Anne dragged Sarah around to buy shoes and bags. She merely bought whatever woman needed.
"Hey, sweetie, where did you get so much money? You don't need to save it?”. . .
After what happened before, Sarah knew something about selling wine, and she understood even if Anne drank so much with the clients, she would only get a little of the commission. If she spared money in a lavish way, then the money she earned wouldn't be able to cover it.
"Don't worry so much. Just use it when you have money. I have the ability to earn money anyway. Eat good, drink well, and be healthy. That’s my life philosophy.”
Sarah disagreed with that set of distortions.
Anne took her into a clothing store selling luxurious Western high-end brands. Each dress’s price was no less than 1000.
"You want to buy such expensive clothes?”
Those who could buy clothes here were generally not ordinary people. How dare they offend them?
This high-end special counter looked bright and beautiful, but people worked there suffered a lot.
Seeing Anne acting so fast, she was obviously faster than another woman, the shopping guide was very happy to wrap up the dress for Anne.
"Wait. Don't you know who I am?”
The woman immediately stopped the shopping guide and then grabbed the clothes in her hand.
It turned out to be her—Ansley Fisher, one of the most popular actresses recently.
"I have been a VIP of your store for a long time. And you won't even give me that dress?” Ansley twisted the dress tightly, looked around with hateful eyes, and then fell to Anne’s face.
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