The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 30

Alexander snapped out of his rudeness right away, diverting his attention back to the goods he was pretending to be interested in.

"Lady, how much for this dress?"

Roxanne, who just had the displeasure of being stared at by Alexander, figured he was just a window shopper, so she didn't bother being overly friendly.

"Are you shopping for clothes or a bag?"

He kept asking about both. A clear sign of a tire kicker.

Alexander came clean, "Our company is giving out gifts to our female employees. We need something affordable but not too shabby. Your stall has clothes, bags, and shoes. They all fit the bill. I'll take everything."

Everything?

Was he pulling her leg?

Roxanne chuckled, "Sir, don't kid with me."

"I'm serious." Alexander pulled out a wad of cash, "This is the down payment. Pack everything up for me. Once you're done, I'll pay the rest, then have everything picked up."

Roxanne was still skeptical.

She picked up the wad of cash. It was all real, with not a counterfeit in sight.

But she still asked, puzzled, "You really want everything? All of it?"

"The money's in your hand; isn't it obvious?"

Did she just hit the jackpot?

Why was she so lucky?

Roxanne, still in disbelief, asked again, "You're not going to haggle?"

Alexander replied, "Just sell at the listed price; our company isn't short on cash."

More accurately, Mr. Harrison wasn't short on cash.

Roxanne pondered for a few seconds, then decisively said, "Wait here; I’ll pack them up for you. Dad, Harrison, come help out.”

Vincent promptly responded, “Okay, coming right up.”

Alexander gave Vincent a respectful look, as if he were saluting a president.

When Roxanne turned away, Vincent gave Alexander a thumbs-up, which made Alexander feel pretty chuffed with himself.

Harrison sent Alexander a cold message, “Get your ass over here to help pack.”

Alexander hurried to help, "Lady, let me give you a hand. It'll be faster."

Half an hour later, all of Roxanne's merchandise was loaded onto the vehicle Alexander had sent.

Alexander paid her the remaining amount on the spot.

Roxanne had originally purchased the lot for over $2000 and sold it for over $3000.

She made over a grand, and it all happened in one night.

Talk about a lucky break.

The neighboring stall owner who also sold women's clothing ran over, green with envy, "Babe, did that guy really buy everything? All of it?"

Roxanne, still basking in her joy, answered, "Yeah."

The owner, bitter and jealous, said, "You must've made a killing, huh?"

Roxanne played it down, "Not that much. I just sold at a low price, but in bulk.”

The owner grumbled, “You’re making money, and you can't even admit it. It's not like I'm going to rob you."

Then the owner turned to Alexander, "Sir, since your company is sourcing women's clothing, why not take mine as well? I'll give you a discount."

Alexander coldly responded, "Who are you?"

He was not Mr. Harrison's wife.

Did he think everyone was as lucky as Roxanne was?

The owner explained, "I sell women's clothing too. Don't you need more?"

Alexander replied, "No, thank you. Don't block my way; move aside."

Back at the rented apartment, Roxanne was counting the wad of cash she had earned.

1, 2, 3, plus the ones she received earlier. It totaled over $3000.

Earning money felt damn good.

She happily turned to Harrison and said, "Harrison, I can't believe how lucky I am! I made over $3000 in one night. It's unbelievable."

Vincent told her, "Your luck is only going to get better."

Roxanne, still holding the money, continued, "When did my luck start to turn? Is this a sign of a windfall?"

Harrison got up and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

He was finally home from the noisy and dirty Night Fair.

Compared to that place, the shabby but clean apartment felt instantly more comfortable.

But he still missed his mansion and his villa.

On this hot summer day, a swim in his spacious and clean pool would be so refreshing.

After his shower, Harrison received a message from Alexander, “Mr. Harrison, your wife is nothing special. Sure, she's tall and pretty, but she's just too ordinary. She's not worthy of you.”

Alexander was just stating the facts.

Harrison didn't argue but sent back one message, “She's different from the rest.”

“What's so different about her? She's way too ordinary; she’s not even comparable to those society heiresses. I can't figure out why President Rodriguez insists on you marrying her. Mr. Harrison, you're being wronged.”

“You talk too much. Do you want your pay cut?”

Alexander at the other end of the phone didn't dare respond.