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Chapter_218
After breakfast, Yvette and Bonnie decided to spend the day shopping. Just as they were about to leave, Jeremiah’s phone rang. He answered it and gave Yvette a “wait a sec” look. It was Zane calling. After a brief conversation, Jeremiah hung up and turned back to Yvette.
“Zane called. Jason’s been caught. He asked if you want to head over and see for yourself?” Jeremiah said.
Yvette, dressed head-to-toe in black with a baseball cap pulled low, casually raised her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly. “No, handle it as it will.”
Jeremiah nodded. “All right, let’s go. I’ll drop you both at the mall. I’ve got some things to take care of anyway.” He turned to Bonnie. “Which mall are we hitting?”
Bonnie shrugged. “No specific one in mind. Just want to wander around.” As they were about to head out, Andrew, seeing everyone leaving, quickly shouted, “Wait up!” and tagged along.
They decided to head to Skyline Plaza, the largest shopping mall in downtown Seacrity. The place was filled with high-end cosmetics, clothes, and luxury items. It screamed wealth and exclusivity. Even the fruit was flown in from abroad, with outrageous price tags that once made headlines. Ever seen a $100 apple? Or grapes going for thousands? That’s the norm at Skyline Plaza.
Jeremiah parked at the entrance, and a valet rushed up to greet them. He was taken aback by the group—the men were dashing, and the women were stunning. A combination like that was rare.
The valet bowed slightly, waiting by the car as they stepped out.
Inside the car, Bonnie gently tugged on Yvette’s sleeve. As soon as Yvette got in, she found the most comfortable position and settled into her seat. She wasn’t asleep, just resting with the blanket Jeremiah had specially prepared for her.
“Yvette, we’re here,” Bonnie said, her voice filled with awe as she stared at the massive 3D billboard outside Skyline Plaza.
“This is definitely the kind of place where a big shot splashes cash,” Bonnie thought to herself. I bet I’m just going to end up buying two overpriced apples.
Yvette stretched and glanced out the window. Her bright eyes, hidden under long lashes, didn’t look tired at all. She asked, “Already?”
Jeremiah killed the engine, handed Yvette the blanket, then pulled out a sleek black card. “We’re here. Go enjoy yourselves. Use the card—there’s no limit. I’ll pick you and Andrew up for dinner later. How about some barbecue?”
Yvette raised an eyebrow slightly, her face betraying no surprise. “Okay, got it.”
She slipped Jeremiah’s black card into her pocket, though spending wasn’t exactly on her mind.
Jeremiah had long gotten used to her personality—when it came to food, there was no arguing with her. Once she mentioned it, there was no stopping her.
Bonnie, on the other hand, stared wide-eyed at the black card in Yvette’s hand. Growing up in the hood, she had never seen one up close. So that’s what a black card looks like? she thought, blinking in disbelief. Doesn’t even look that different from my $20 debit card.
She swallowed hard and half-jokingly asked, “Wait a minute… is there really no limit on this card? Like, for real? This is the kind of thing those rich, over-the-top CEOs in romance novels give their girlfriends to swipe endlessly, right? Damn, never thought I’d see one in real life!”
Andrew couldn’t help but chuckle at Bonnie’s amazement. “What’s the big deal?” he thought. Even if Jeremiah did absolutely nothing for the rest of his life, he’d still be set. That black card? It was no big deal.
He pulled out his own black card and waved it in front of her. “Look at you, all excited. Here, take mine. Swipe it wherever you want—no limit.”
Bonnie blinked at Andrew, then at the card in her hand. The black card isn’t just for billionaire CEOs; even this guy has one.
But holding it made her nervous. She quickly shoved it back into Andrew’s hands. “No, no, no! I’m just here to browse. I don’t want to buy anything. Please take it back. If I lose this, I wouldn’t be able to pay it off even if I sold myself!”
Andrew chuckled. This girl just doesn’t know what’s good for her, he thought. He’d given out add-on cards to plenty of girlfriends in the past, and they’d been over the moon. But Bonnie? She rejected it like it was nothing. What a fool.
Yvette adjusted her cap and stepped out of the car with Bonnie. The greeters at the mall entrance bowed respectfully as they led them inside.
Bonnie leaned in and whispered, “Yvette, this place is fancy! Even the greeters are so polite.”
Yvette slipped her hands into her pockets, her expression relaxed and aloof. Her voice was cold and calm as she replied, “Where do you want to go?”
Bonnie looked around at the designer labels, some she recognized, others she didn’t. Everything was incredibly expensive, and the thought of buying any of it was far from her mind. I’ll just window shop, she decided. “I want to check out the women’s clothing section.”
Yvette’s face stayed indifferent. She didn’t care much where they went. She nodded slightly. “Alright, second floor.”
Bonnie obediently followed Yvette up to the women’s department on the second floor. Just then, Yvette received a text from a contact named Flying Fish. She told Bonnie to go ahead while she quickly headed to the restroom.
Bonnie wandered around, casually browsing. But every time she found something she liked, the price tag made her hesitate. If I worked from the Tudor Dynasty until now, maybe I could afford this, she thought with a sigh.
Noticing Yvette hadn’t returned yet, Bonnie continued strolling. Eventually, she came across a gorgeous princess-style tutu dress in the window of a women’s clothing store. She couldn’t resist going inside to take a closer look.
Meanwhile, Winona and Yulia had entered the same store, just a few steps behind Bonnie.
Winona had just finished some business, watching as the matter with Jason was resolved and he was taken away by the police. With that weight off her shoulders, she decided to treat herself to a shopping trip and dragged along the tired, overworked Yulia. Winona hoped it might help improve their relationship. After all, Yulia was her mother-in-law, and keeping things too tense wasn’t ideal.
But Yulia, though, wasn’t thrilled. Her complexion was pale, and she clearly wasn’t in the mood for shopping. She had been overwhelmed with wedding preparations at her family’s house and was exhausted. But seeing Winona’s belly softened her frustration. This was her grandchild, after all, so Yulia decided to bite her tongue and save any confrontation until after the baby was born.
Winona, high-spirited, didn’t notice Yulia’s displeasure. She had already hit up several stores and liked the vibe of this one.
Back in the store, Bonnie had picked out the tutu dress and carefully went to the fitting room to try it on, making sure not to smudge or dirty it in any way. She stepped out, admiring herself in the mirror, when she suddenly locked eyes with Winona.
Winona was accompanied by three salespeople, each laden with clothes she had picked out. Bonnie, stunned, recognized her immediately.
Bonnie hadn’t heard all the gossip about Winona since she left school—about her pregnancy and marriage to Victor. From the looks of it, the rumors were true.
Yulia, relaxing on the VIP sofa with a cup of black tea, glanced up and noticed Bonnie as well. She vaguely remembered her from a past meeting with Yvette. Bonnie seemed like a sweet girl, and Yulia had always liked her.
But Winona gave Bonnie a cold look. Her eyes scanned Bonnie in the princess dress with mild disdain.
