CHAPTER 75: CHAPTER 75: VIRTUE ACCUMULATED IN A PAST LIFE

"Damian?" Julian Kingston asked in shock, "What are you doing here?"

Damian Knight coughed and said, "I was just passing by, so I thought I’d take you with me."

"I drove here myself, you go ahead first. I’ll take Miss Monroe to the mall, and I’ll be there in a bit."

Damian Knight looked coldly at Summer Monroe, "Can’t you walk such a short distance by yourself?"

Summer Monroe frowned.

Damian Knight’s nasty temper—it’s probably a virtue from his past life that he has friends!

She curled her lips, glanced at Julian Kingston, squeezed out a smile, and said, "You go ahead, I can make it on my own, no need to drop me off."

"But..."

Damian Knight urged again, "Stop dawdling, get moving!"

He got out of the car and directly pulled Julian Kingston back into it, then threw his own assistant out of the car.

Summer Monroe looked at Damian Knight in confusion, only to see Damian’s expressionless face say, "What are you looking at? Can’t someone else accompany you shopping? It has to be Aiden..."

"I’m not... I don’t need anyone to accompany me..."

However, before Summer could finish speaking, Damian Knight directly ordered the driver to start the car.

With a gust of wind, only Summer Monroe and the assistant were left at the scene.

Damian Knight’s assistant was nothing like him; he had a naturally smiling face.

"Haha, Miss Monroe, it’s my honor to accompany you shopping. What brand do you like? LV? Gucci? Prada? Or..." The assistant spoke as he matched eyes with Summer Monroe.

The light in Summer’s eyes was sharp and cold.

In her nearly indifferent gaze, his voice became lower and lower, almost as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz.

In the end, the assistant awkwardly cleared his throat and said, "I won’t disturb your shopping, I’ll just follow behind to ensure your safety."

"I said, you don’t need to follow me, just go find Damian Knight, or return to the company. I want to shop alone."

Summer Monroe’s attitude was firm, and the assistant had no choice but to turn and leave.

The mall across the street from the restaurant was called Kingston Plaza, which was quite large, but being a weekday, there weren’t many people around.

The customers visible to the naked eye were mostly wealthy ladies or moms with children.

However, as soon as Summer Monroe entered Kingston Plaza, she felt as if someone was watching her.

She quickly looked back, but behind her, it was empty, only a few passing customers.

Was it just her imagination?

Summer withdrew her gaze and chose a clothing store that looked decent from the outside to enter.

As she walked in, the sales assistant greeted her. Probably noticing her ordinary clothes, the enthusiasm in the assistant’s eyes instantly cooled down. "Feel free to look around, but don’t touch anything."

Summer frowned, "How can I know the material of the clothes without touching them?"

The sales assistant curled her lips, "Haven’t you heard of our brand, Feature? All our clothes are made of cotton and linen. Of course, they’re also quite expensive, starting at five figures. If you think it’s not suitable, you can check elsewhere."

Summer knew the brand Feature well, often wearing it abroad because it was comfortable, and the main designer was a friend of hers.

Considering her friendship and the comfort of the clothes, Summer ignored the snobbish attitude of the sales assistant and continued to seriously pick out clothes.

Since it’s Feature, there’s no need to touch the material, just choose a style.

The sales assistant watched as Summer, surprisingly not leaving, thick-skinnedly continued selecting clothes; her face immediately turned sour.

She’d seen many face-saving customers, wearing canvas shoes that looked like cheap flea market finds, yet daring to walk in here, truly shameless!

As the sales assistant mocked Summer Monroe internally, she followed closely, as if afraid she’d steal something.

Summer had a strong mental fortitude, always able to keep her cool. She knew what the assistant was thinking and didn’t mind her following. She focused on picking clothes.

After all, she was choosing clothes, not taking the sales assistant home.

Just then, a sharp but familiar voice from the entrance rang out, "Sales assistant, has this season’s new collection arrived? You kept that shirt I ordered last time, right?"