Chapter 783


    "Mrs. McMillian, your taste is impable. You''ve picked out the crown jewel of our store."


    "Mrs. McMillian must really care for you, splurging on such an elegant and expensive dress for you."


    "I''m so envious."


    "Yes, you are indeed fortunate."


    Compliments flowed around Arabe. After a while, Jennifer had purchased quite a few items. George,


    unable to carry any more, called their chauffeur to ask where he was.


    "Alright, I''ll be waiting for you at the entrance."


    After ending the call, George, weighed down by dozens of shopping bags, turned to Jennifer as he


    said, "Honey, I''ll bring these bags to Gene first, then I''lle back to help you with your shopping."


    "Go ahead," Jennifer picked a few more dresses, asking Arabe for her opinion. She seemed intent


    on buying her the entire store.


    Feeling neglected, George was about to take the elevator when a sudden pain shot through his back,


    his old ailment ring up again.


    Arabe noticed and excused herself to Jennifer before rushing over to him.


    "It''s nothing serious, just my old back acting up. I''m getting old. It’s only normal for me to have these


    kinds of problems."


    "I can carry it."


    Looking at George''s armsden with over thirty shopping bags, Arabe felt guilty.


    "No need, I can handle it; George could never let his daughter-inw carry the load.


    "But your back."


    "It''s alright, really."


    Just then, a female voice squealed in disbelief, "Arabe?"


    Turning around, Arabe saw Ynda in a young man''s arm, looking at her in surprise.


    "Be, is this a ssmate of yours?” George was about to greet them.


    To his surprise, Arabe averted her gaze and said to George, "We''re not close. Let me carry the


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    bags."


    "But you''re still young, we can''t let you carry these."


    "lL insist.


    "No, really, I can."


    Seeing Arabe still being her dismissive self, Ynda felt a pang of irritation.


    "Yoli, is this the sister you''ve mentioned before?"


    Gerald had heard Ynda talk about Arabe before, a woman who enjoyed being spoiled by older


    men, using their credit cards to fulfill her vanity, and scheming to put Yoli''s parents in jail. She was a


    woman who looked down upon others and carried an air of arrogance.


    He didn''t expect to run into her that day!


    "Some people spend their lives relying on men to buy them luxury goods, and not just any men, but


    married, older men. Yoli, don''t you think she''s pitiable?" Gerald added, cing a supportive hand on


    Ynda’s shoulder, looking down at Arabe from his high horse.


    Arabe and George were both speechless. Both had the same thought, “What''s his problem??"


    Ynda didn''t know who that middle-aged man was, but his arms wereden with dozens of luxury


    shopping bags, clearly showing he was wealthy.


    She didn''t expect Arabe, who she thought had settled down, to be mixing with an older man, and


    worse still, extorting him into buying her all those luxury goods.


    Even with Gerald''s decent financial status, he would never buy her so many items at once.


    She didn''t expect that older man to be so generous towards Arabe.


    With those thoughts, Ynda was eaten up with jealousy.