Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation

Chapter 29 She Needs to Mind Her Own Business

It was now during office hours and her contact seemed to be at work. He quickly accepted her friend

request.

Clara didn’t say anything but sent two videos and some photos.

Soon enough, her contact sent her a message.

After chatting with him, Clara used the computer to transfer money to him. She had been relieved after

the two had reached an agreement, but now her back had gone cold again.

Ethan might have already guessed what she was going to do when he gave her the card.

Now that she thought about it, whether it was Donny who suddenly appeared to save her when she

was about to be hit by a car or at the dinner party where she used the video to humiliate Steve and

Ruby.

He seemed to know her every action like the back of his hand.

“Baxter,” Clara nervously asked, “Is there any area where I offended Ethan?”

Baxter thought for a while, then nodded. “Yes, didn’t you guys quarrel at breakfast this morning? I think

Ethan was angry at you.”

“...” Clara recalled it and wanted to slap herself.

That man was scary, from now on she needed to mind her own business. She couldn’t talk back to him

again.

After eating lunch at home at around one in the afternoon, Clara and Baxter went out.

Baxter following orders, driving the car to the mall, and accompanied Clara shopping all the way to the

upper floor. Later, he couldn’t help but say, “Madam, I thought we went out to watch the fun. Weren’t we

waiting for the Ruby to lose her reputation? Why are you just......buying clothes?”

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Clara walked into a men’s clothing store and strolled around. “This play won’t work without him.”

Baxter: “...”

“Old lady, our shop only sells the most exclusive items, suits start at 30,000 dollars. You shouldn’t touch

it if you can’t afford it!”

The two were chatting when Clara heard the salesclerk’s disgusted voice.

She followed the source of the sound to the other side of the store. There she saw a salesclerk using

his gloved hands to brush a suit he was holding. His face was full of disgust.

Opposite the salesclerk stood an old lady with white hair and simple clothes.

There were a lot of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and her temperament had seemed to mellow

with the years, becoming calm and harmonious.

The old lady did not get angry with the salesclerk. She replied politely. “I want to see the quality of the

material.”

“We only sell the most exclusive items, of course the materials we use are the best!” The salesclerk

glanced at the woman’s clothes and spoke. “You old people all have a smell on you. If you spread it to

the suits, how will I be able to sell them?”

The old lady put her hands behind her back, her face drawn......

Luxury shop salesclerks tended to look down on people. If it were in the past, Clara probably wouldn’t

intervene.

But she had lost her grandmother just recently. At present, she couldn’t bear to see a salesclerk make

things difficult for an old lady in public.

She gave the item in her hand to Baxter and walked towards him.

“No, no, I didn’t have that intention.” Seeing that Clara was upset, the salesclerk quickly took off his

gloves.

“This suit, and this suit... are all nice. Please bring them to me and let me look at them up close. “ Clara

pointed to a few suits on the shelf, seemingly interested.

The salesclerk thought that he had gotten a big spender, and excitedly took the suits and handed them

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However, Clara, full of disgust, said, “Didn’t you say that your suit fabrics are high quality and that you

only sell the most exclusive items? You eat with your hands, drink water with your hands, and use your

hands when you go to the toilet. I don’t know how much bacteria they are covered with. Do you want to

infect me with your bacteria? “

“I feel disgusted just thinking about it.” Clara waved his hand away. “I don’t want these suits anymore!”

The salesclerk’s face turned pale under her ridicule. “Are you creating trouble for me on purpose? My

hands are clean. There’s no bacteria on them.”

“This elderly woman also wears clean clothes. Where is her strange smell?”

Clara crossed her arms her eyes cold and asked rhetorically, “Even if you only sell the most exclusive

suits, you’re still a suit seller. Where did you get you sense of superiority from to look down on guests

who enter your store? “