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Chapter 11 He Likes Her

"Okey-dokey!" Larissa tilted her head to the side.

She now had permission to dress Ambrose up. Yay!

"By card, please." Larissa whipped out her black card.

"No need for that." The chubby man bowed. "This is a gift to Mr. Hamilton."

Larissa did not relent. She slapped the card on the desk and said, "Use my card. I want to buy it for him."

The man wanted to refuse Larissa, but Ambrose's murderous glare stopped him. He looked at Ambrose, who was now back in his wheelchair.

Ah.

The portly man came to a realization—Ambrose liked that woman.

"Sure. No problem." The man then let Larissa sign the receipt. "This is your receipt. Come again next time."

"Let's go, Mister." With the receipt in her hands, Larissa jogged toward Ambrose.

"Anyway." Ambrose tried to sound casual. "You mentioned a banquet tomorrow? Have you bought a dress for yourself?"

Larissa brandished the shopping bag in her hands. She even took out the dress to show Ambrose how hideous it was.

"My mom wouldn't buy me
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