Stella had originally planned to pick out a coffee set anyway. It was a stroke of luck that the very last one was still available, otherwise, she would have had a headache figuring out where to find a suitable gift.
Alston beamed. "You got it! I'll pack it up for you right now."
Little Star might have been lazy, but she was a woman of her word. If she promised to do something, she always followed through.
He moved the set to the counter and gathered the materials to wrap it securely.
"Hold it right there, Boss. I want that set. No matter what she's paying, I'll give you double for it."
A man dressed in a garishly flashy outfit sauntered into the shop. He was wearing dark sunglasses, with a stunning woman clinging to his arm.
Stella glanced up. Who else could it be but Weber Harper?
But why was he with a different woman again?
Just the other day at the perfume salon, wasn't Rhoda Ford his girlfriend?
It hadn't even been a week, and he had already swapped her out?
Then again, remembering Jason's warning about Weber being a notorious playboy, it didn't surprise her at all.
Standing in the backlit doorway earlier, Weber hadn't recognized her. But now that he was inside, his face lit up. "Well, well, if it isn't you! Hello again, beautiful."
She was Julius's girlfriend. They had just crossed paths at the Dragon Crest Hotel a few days ago, and now they were bumping into each other again.
Didn't this mean it was destiny?
"You've got your eye on this set too, Ms. Hawthorne? What a coincidence, so do I. How about I buy it and give it to you as a gift, and in return... you become my girlfriend?"
He had already been lusting after her, and the fact that she belonged to Julius Blackwood only made him want to conquer her more. Now that fate had dropped her in his lap, there was no way he was letting her slip away.
The woman beside him whined, hugging his arm tighter. "Weber~"
How could he hit on another woman right in front of her? What did he think she was?
Weber genuinely didn't care about her. She was just a temporary plaything. "Shut up and don't annoy me," he snapped.
Once she accepted his gift, she would owe him, and she'd be his.
She nodded slowly. "Alright then. Just a few minutes ago, an old man also had his eye on this set. To win it from him, I ended up in a fierce bidding war. I bought it on the spot for half a billion dollars. Since you want to pay double, you can just hand the boss a billion."
Alston's jaw nearly hit the floor. Little Star was lying through her teeth without batting an eye. She didn't need a reason to ruthlessly scam someone.
This artisanal stoneware coffee service was priced at five million dollars, and she just casually inflated it to half a billion!
Terrifying!
And a bidding war with an old man?
What old man?
He certainly hadn't seen one!
But he knew better than to open his mouth and ruin her game.

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