As they stepped out into the bustling streets, Avery put a gentle but firm hand on Jeremy's arm, her expression now tinged with concern. "Are you sure we should be doing this? This is one of the most expensive malls in the city, and we didn't exactly plan for a shopping spree," she cautioned.Jeremy, his smile unwavering, took her hand in his, their fingers entwining. "My love, don't worry about a thing. Today, we're going to forget about budgets and stress and just enjoy ourselves. Trust me," he said, his voice full of reassurance.Avery, her concern for the future evident in her voice, persisted. "I'm serious, Jeremy. We can't just throw money around like it grows on trees. We should save it for something important, something that will benefit us long-term. We don't know when another windfall will come our way.""You seem to have forgotten we will be ten million dollar rich in three days time huh, " Jeremy teased and Avery smiled. "Even if we'll be richer than Midas in a few days,
Avery felt angry, frustrated, and embarrassed because of how Mr. Snow treated them. They kept having problems with other people, and Avery didn't understand why. She was feeling many things all at once.Avery couldn't help but wonder if there was something they were doing wrong. Why did they always seem to run into trouble? It seemed like no matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't catch a break. Avery felt like they were stuck in an endless cycle of conflict and misunderstanding. She didn't know what to do or how to make things better.Mr. Snow's voice dripped with venom as he spat out his threat, his face twisted in a mask of menace. "You think you're so smart, huh? If you don't get out of my sight this instant, you'll be without a job before you can blink," he growled.Jeremy, however, stood his ground, his expression a picture of calmness. He had endured enough of this bullying behavior and was unwilling to cringe in the face of Mr. Snow's Threat.Avery, already burning with
Avery, though taken aback by the exorbitant price tag of the dress Jeremy had selected, had full faith in her husband. In the past 48 hours, she had witnessed firsthand the unfolding of events that had changed her mindset, and she trusted that Jeremy wouldn't have chosen a dress he couldn't afford.As the doubtful onlookers gawked at the extravagant garment, Avery turned to Jeremy, her expression one of calm assurance. She didn't need to question him; she knew, deep in her heart, that they would find a way to cover the cost. Amidst the silent stares of disbelief, Avery and Jeremy's exchange was that of a dance, one directed to perfection. Their subtle nods, discreet eye movements, and faint smiles were enough to communicate their unwavering confidence in one another.As the stunned crowd looked on, Jeremy moved towards the sales assistant, his steps showing a quiet authority that had been absent in the face of Mr. Snow's rant. "We'll take this dress," he said, his tone decisive and
Jeremy's declaration thundered through the air like a lightning bolt, electrifying the onlookers and silencing the whispers that had been circulating only moments before.The crowd gasped, their collective shock rippling through the store. The cashier, her face a mask of shock, stammered, "A-all of section 56? Sir, are you sure?""I've never been more sure," Jeremy replied, his voice ringing with conviction. "Ring up the purchase," he instructed, his gaze meeting the cashiers. "My wife deserves the best."A hush fell over the crowd, the onlookers staring at Jeremy with a mix of awe and disbelief. But he paid them no mind, his attention focused solely on the task at hand.The crowd buzzed with confusion, their questions reverberating through the store like wildfire. "Has Jeremy lost his mind?" "Does he even know what he's doing?" "How could a taxi driver possibly afford to buy an entire section of high-end clothes? He can't even afford the dress, let alone the whole section!" Thei
"This man must be insane if he thinks he can use us to further his goals," yelled one of the onlookers. "How can he claim to have such an enormous amount of money and yet act so modestly?"Jeremy, who had just presented the cashier with the credit card, remained unfazed by the crowd's reaction. His expression was calm and collected, exuding a sense of confidence that seemed to mock the onlookers' skepticism.Jeremy's eyes were locked onto the cashier's hands, which trembled slightly as she held the credit card. Clearly, she was the only person in the store besides Jeremy who understood the immense value of the card. Her gaze darted to Jeremy, her face betraying disbelief at the sight of such a simple-looking man possessing such an extraordinary piece of plastic. In her mind, the cashier questioned how a man of such average appearance could have come into possession of such a priceless card. She had only seen one other person with such a card, and he had been a man of great wealth.T
After several minutes of anxious waiting, the cashier returned, this time accompanied by a woman of distinguished poise and commanding presence. Her immaculately tailored suit and aura of quiet authority marked her as none other than the CEO of the establishment.The crowd quieted down at her arrival, the cashier's presence now eclipsed by the unmistakable authority of the CEO. Her eyes scanned the scene, taking in every detail of the commotion that had unfolded in her store.Before the CEO could utter a word, Mr. Snow, buoyed by the crowd's support, seized the initiative and launched into a swift condemnation of Jeremy. "Good day, madam," he said, addressing the CEO with a formal nod before turning to point an accusatory finger at Jeremy. "This fraudster here came to shop with his wife using an obviously stolen card, and for the betterment of your establishment, I suggest he be investigated thoroughly."The crowd murmured their permission, their whispers lending confidence to Mr. Sn
The crowd stood frozen in stunned silence, grappling with the revelation. The CEO, her face still an impassive mask, bowed her head in deference to Jeremy, returning his card with a gesture that seemed almost respectful.She knew that the Black Card was not easily acquired. It was the symbol of wealth and power, reserved only for the most influential and powerful families. Jeremy's possession of such a card confirmed her suspicions that he was hiding his true identity. He was, in fact, an offspring of a prominent family, one that held immense power and influence.As the truth settled over the crowd, murmurs of disbelief gave way to whispers of speculation. The store, once filled with the enthusiasm of anger, now buzzed with a different energy. Who was this man, and Why could he afford such an expensive collection? The CEO, though outwardly composed, could not help but feel the stirrings of curiosity in her own mind. She had dealt with countless wealthy individuals in her time, but
Avery looked deeper into her husband's eyes, her demand firm: "How did you get such money?" Jeremy, anticipating her question, had prepared a fabricated story to placate her. "The new CEO of Blue Silver Entertainment rewarded me generously after I reported Noah and his manager's unethical behavior," he explained, but Avery's skeptical gaze only intensified as she raised an eyebrow.Avery's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she asked, "How did you know Noah would gain the contract through illegal means?" Jeremy's expression turned confident, "Because everything about him is a lie. So, I just expected it and took the initiative. Fortunately for us, I was right." Avery nodded, her face filled with admiration. "For a moment, I thought I would lose you," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "But you've somehow always pulled surprise strings and made our haters feel defeated." With that, she wrapped her arms around Jeremy, pulling him into a tight hug, her gratitude and appreciation p