Chapter Seventeen

Madame Visa stared down at the heap of clothes that Charles bought and back at him. What had suddenly come over him?

The Charles she knew was just a very timid delivery man who everyone looked down on. He wore tattered clothes to work, and would always beg for tips.

"Are you listening to me?" Charles asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. "Do you still want us to leave?" He had a smirk on his face. He knew that she couldn't afford to let them go because he wanted to purchase really expensive clothes.

Madame Visa was a very greedy woman who loved money more than anything. She scratched her head nervously before smiling at Charles. "I wasn’t asking you to leave. I was only trying to speed up your selection so you can select the best things before others. Do you know how many of our recent pieces were sold in minutes?" She lied.

Their recent pieces hadn't been sold so much because of the prices. Most rich men who could afford to buy them could only buy just one. Only Charles had pick