Silas, who was just about to tell the cashier they wouldn't be taking all the clothes, realized it'd be a blow to his ego if he did that right after everyone heard Ayla's whisper to the woman.
Sucking in a deep breath, he straightened up and handed the card to the cashier.
What was he thinking? If everything he owned were put together, he'd be worth at least twenty million.
Spending one million in one night was nothing. Besides, it was just a one-time thing he would never try again.
Just as the cashier was about to confirm the payment, Ayla suddenly gasped and strutted off in another direction.
A moment later, she returned holding a burgundy purse.
"Oh, this is a nice purse, and it's just a little over nineteen thousand. Personally, I think it'll be a nice fit for this burgundy dress. What do you think?"
The woman reached for the bag, posing with it for a few moments to be sure.
The cashier and some nearby women nodded in agreement, praising Ayla's eye for a perfect match.
