CHAPTER 888: CHAPTER 888: YOU UNDERSTAND THIS?

"It’s not time to make money yet."

July Quinn ignored Quentin Donovan’s disgusted look and even gave him the address of a luxury mall, asking Quentin to take her there.

Quentin didn’t want to waste his time on a gold digger at all, but since it was Old Master Donovan’s order, he had no choice but to stay by July Quinn’s side to prevent the two hundred million from being swindled away.

However, July Quinn’s behavior, which challenged his bottom line, continued to unfold.

No sooner had July Quinn entered the luxury mall than she resembled a dragon diving into the sea.

"This dress looks nice, wrap it up for me."

"Do you have this bag in coffee color? Find one for me."

"This diamond has pretty good clarity, give me two pairs of rings."

...

In just half an hour, July Quinn had spent more than forty million.

Meanwhile, Quentin’s hands were busy carrying numerous exquisite bags.

"You only have one neck; why buy so many scarves?"

Quentin could no longer bear it and started to complain.

Indeed, as he saw with his own eyes, July Quinn had bought ten different colors of the same scarf in a top luxury store.

This led him to deeply suspect that maybe July Quinn had been driven mad by poverty before, so once she had money, she started this retaliatory spending spree?

"I may only have one neck, but I have a lot of different colored clothes. If I don’t prepare adequately, how can I mix and match?"

July Quinn turned her attention to a pair of high heels.

"Except for the pair with the furry tips, wrap up the entire row for me."

Quentin Donovan: "..."

Isn’t this retaliatory spending?

But at this point, Quentin was too lazy to persuade July Quinn any further.

In his eyes, July Quinn was completely beyond hope.

So as July Quinn continued her shopping spree, Quentin went directly to the leisure area set up for accompanying men in the mall to have coffee and took the opportunity to call Old Master Donovan to report the situation.

"She’s still shopping, and she’s already spent over fifty million in total."

As Quentin reported to Old Master Donovan, he looked up just in time to see July Quinn at the distant cosmetics counter, buying the entire range of lipstick colors, drawing a slew of eager shop assistants.

Perhaps finding the scene somewhat unbearable, Quentin quickly shifted his gaze.

"Yes, the shopping is insane, but there seems to be no plan to make money."

On the other end of the phone, hearing Quentin’s report, Old Master Donovan shook his head helplessly: "Clearly someone who’s never seen the world, she’ll never amount to anything!"

"If she wants to shop anywhere else later, just come back first."

Old Master Donovan felt it wasn’t necessary to waste too much time on this girl.

He estimated that it wouldn’t be long before the two hundred million would be squandered away, and there wouldn’t be any need to worry about it being scammed by someone else.

"Got it."

Quentin ended the call with Old Master Donovan, looked up at July Quinn one more time, and seeing her still selecting skincare products, he took out his phone to check the day’s stock market trends.

Indeed, Quentin excelled in business, and even more so in stock trading.

So, his main occupation was stock trading, allowing him the freedom to be assigned by Old Master Donovan to July Quinn’s side.

After briefly reviewing the market, Quentin was about to make an investment.

But just then, July Quinn’s cool voice suddenly came from behind: "It’s a peak right now, not the right time to invest."

Quentin turned around to see July Quinn standing behind him, staring at his phone screen.

"Don’t tell me you understand this?" The sarcasm in his tone was unmistakable.