Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 78: Clearly Her Style
Martina blinked her eyes, her gaze flickering slightly, without having better ways to remind Elena. Sometimes, her best friend was just too carefree to notice certain details at all.

Suddenly, Elena seemed to realize something and quickly followed up. “Oh yes! Lately, I’ve been running low on clothes at home! Let’s go.”

After a second, she tried to explain, “You know, with my personality, if I don’t buy dozens or even hundreds of clothes every month, I’ll feel itchy all over!”

Martina burst into laughter once again. Even if Elena didn’t want Leslie to suspect anything, she should at least make her act more convincing, right? Now Elena was saying such things, and it was highly unlikely that the person following them would believe it.

However, the reality was quite the opposite. Despite Leslie appearing seemingly intelligent in other aspects, he was completely clueless when it came to women’s matters.

He didn’t know that Elena was deliberately pretending. In his eyes, it was all just normal behavior.

Although he couldn’t fully understand it himself, he glanced at his own clothes and furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

“So, do girls have such strong shopping desires? I bought my clothes two years ago. and they’re still perfectly fine. Women’s hearts are truly unfathomable, Leslie followed closely behind, muttering to himself. “I just can’t understand it. Isn’t it a waste of money?”

all of this was just

updates every few minutes. The contents of these updates were quite simple, such as which store Martina entered, what she did there, and even the specific conversations she had

Leslie

upscale fashion store in front of them, originally intending to just

was genuinely speechless and even forgot to react for quite a while. She was stunned by a beautiful white evening

be specifically tailored for Elena. From the fit to various other details, it was remarkably well-suited to her. Instantly, she was smitten

think of this dress? I

understood her best friend’s thoughts. It was obvious that she had fallen in love with it. She directly said, “Why don’t you try it on? They have fitting rooms. If it fits well,

this dress

hand unexpectedly reached out and pointed at the same dress. “Get me that dress. I want to try it on,” the person stated, while touching the garment as if it already belonged to

person

we only have one dress left, and it’s in this size. I’m not sure which one of

person and saw

in public for a while. Due to her health condition, she rarely made public appearances. Instead, she would stay at home to focus on her