Chapter 24

The rich man could not afford to offend a man like Samuel!

He walked back into the store. He then proceeded to roll out of the store like a ball of flesh.

“I’m sorry,” the nouveau riche man said. “I was wrong.”

The pretty woman felt as though her face had been completely ripped off her body. “Are you insane?” she snarled at the nouveau riche man. “You do whatever he tells you to. Are you a dog?”

A flash of fury creased between the nouveau riche man’s brows. He directed a cutting glare at the pretty woman. “What f*cking nonsense are you going on about? Who are you to speak here? Talk, talk, talk. Yak, yak, yak.”

Yvonne and Linda were confused. Sure, the nouveau riche pig rolled out of the store. Now he lashed out in anger. Was he suffering from a brain aneurysm? He did say that he would get out of the store if Samuel could pay, but even if he did not fulfill his promise, no one would do anything against him.

The pretty woman buried her face in her palms, not daring to speak another word