My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 814

The Champs Elysees Avenue was a place where the world's designer jewelries were concentrated and was women's favorite place. Even though the two women weren't in a good relationship, they were in a good mood when seeing so many beautiful goods, including expensive bags and sparkling jewelry.

Because of Patrick, Christina had developed a bad habit that she didn't look at the price when she bought things.

She wanted everything.

Linda stood aside silently. She was shocked when seeing Christina squander money.

At the same time, she despised Christina for being materialistic.

They went to several stores and all staff regarded Christina as a rich woman, revolving around her.

Perhaps out of jealousy, when Christina chose 12 designer bags and was about to pay the bill, Linda told her that there was a limit on the credit card every day.

Linda walked behind Christina, swiping the credit card and filling the delivery address.

"What do you mean?"

Christina had married into the Hopkins family for a long time and she had never thought that she would be short of money.

Linda said in a didactic tone, "You can choose one from the three bags of the same style."

"But it is hard for me to make a choice."

Christina suddenly understood that Linda implicated that she had spent too much money. Because Patrick's card wouldn't have a limit.

Christina didn't expose her but took out a savings card and threw it on the table, "I can pay for them myself. Do you think I have no money?"

She just wanted to show off, but she overdid it.

The salesclerk told her that the card didn't have enough balance.

"How is that possible!"

"Can I use Visa? Don't look down on us. There are billions of dollars in my card."

Christina really didn't pretend, because this card was not hers, but Derek's.

"Miss, I'm very sorry. How about you use another card?"

Linda did not expect Christina to ask for an insult. She gloated and waited to see Christina have an egg on her face.

Unexpectedly, Christina suddenly lost her temper.

She grabbed her phone and rushed out of the store. She called her brother irritably, "Rafael, you bastard. Where is the money?"

"What! You invested it into the stocks... You had lost it all?"

"You're such a spendthrift. You spent all of Derek's money! Go to hell. I won't let you go after I go back!"

Linda thought to herself that the man on the phone was like Christina. Both of them were spendthrifts. The pot called the kettle black.

"Miss, do you want to buy the 12 bags?" The salesclerks asked gently.

Christina was in a fit of anger, "No."

She was annoyed to have difficulty choosing but she was more annoyed to think of her bastard brother.

Linda was eager to see Christina make a spectacle of herself when she had no money to pay.

However, Christina didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, she was arrogant, "How about we go to have dinner now? How about we eat street food? Does Patrick's money have anything to do with you? Why do you care about his money so much? Since he has made so much money, it should be spent. Otherwise, there won't be circulation of money in the market, hmph!"

They went to an open-air coffee shop. They had intended to eat street food, but the prices here were not low.

"Why am I so poor?"

Christina rummaged through her bag. There were only lipstick, perfume and 500 euros in cash. She had planned to use the 500 euros as tips.

The watches and jewelries that she had just bought on Champs Elysees Avenue were all sent to the hotel. If she had one at hand, she would not hesitate to use it to pay for the meal.

"Miss, may I take your order?"

Christina was very sad. She forgot that she was abroad and spoke in her native language directly, "It depends on you. I only have 500 euros and your tip is included in it. I have no money."

"Actually, you can have a good meal in France with 500 euros."

The waitress was amused by Christina and replied in the same language.

Christina raised her head and was about to say something when she suddenly felt that the waitress looked a little familiar.

"... Miss, this is our menu. You can order whatever you want. You can eat first and pay later. You don't have to worry about the cost."

The waitress was very professional. Looking at Christina's outfit, she knew that Christina was rich and didn't worry that she couldn't afford the meal.

However, Christina looked at her carefully and asked, "Have I seen you before?"

The waitress replied politely, "Maybe it's because we are from the same country so you feel me familiar. Foreigners always say that it's hard to tell the people of our country."

"All right. It is impossible for May to come all the way to France."

Christina muttered to herself and then said, "I'm not hungry. Please help me order some special French food. This 500 euros is your tip. I'll call someone to pay for the meal later."