His Precious Love

Chapter 111 The Birthday Of Uncle Curtis

“I knew it! I can recognize his tan skin anywhere!” Kristie ranted. “D*mn it. That despicable vixen is not only two timing but also seducing a man younger than her!”

Kristie couldn’t be more upset. That stupid Gray Wolf must be blind. Does he even know what a slut his girlfriend is? And yet, he thinks that she’s pretty? Bullsh*t! She’s nothing compared to me!

The longer Kristie stared at their similarly colored clothes, the more unsettled she became.

Coincidentally, a man with a chequered jacket tied to his waist walked past her. Grabbing onto him, Kristie pulled off his jacket and stuffed some money into his hands.

“I’m buying this!”

The man was rendered speechless by her sudden action.

Thereafter, Kristie hid behind a pillar to bide her time. It wasn’t until Rayna left for the ladies that she strutted gloriously up to James.

James, who was in the midst of listening to the sales pitch, was shocked to see the salesperson being shoved aside.

Arms on hips, Kristie glared at him. “D*mn you, Gray Wolf. Why aren’t you answering my calls?”

“I’ve already quit and am no longer your bodyguard, so why should I take your calls?” Annoyed by the interruption, James nudged her aside to allow the salesperson to continue.

What luck! How did I end up running into her in a place like this?

Naturally, the salesperson didn’t dare proceed as she cordially greeted Kristie, “Ms. Winton.”

Ignoring the greeting, Kristie desperately clung to James. “Why did you quit? Did I allow it? If Mr. Tylinski didn’t pay you enough, I could make up for it!”

James suppressed the anger within him. “This isn’t about money. I quit because I had something else to do.”

“I don’t care. You’re not allowed to quit!” Stomping her feet, Kristie scoffed, “Ever since you left, there’s no one to cook for me. I feel moody all the time and can’t even focus during filming.”

“In that case, why don’t you just starve yourself to death?”

“It would be a shame for someone as pretty as me to die like that. I endeavor to live my life to its fullest potential!”

had tugged her

an argument with her. Therefore, the salesperson was shocked by

caught in the crossfire, the salesperson prepared to leave discreetly. However, she had barely moved her feet when Kristie’s voice rang out above her. “Which unit

model, the salesperson meekly answered, “One of the high-end residential areas along Mayfair

does

million eight hundred

a slight raise

was going on, James grabbed her hand. “What are

house!” Kristie added, “You like the unit, don’t you? I’m buying

need you to do this!” The sullen look on his face was evidence that he was humiliated by her gesture.

she failed to struggle free from his grasp, Kristie used her other hand to pass her card to the salesperson as she barked, “What

card, the

that you owe me nine million eight hundred and sixty thousand, you have to work as my bodyguard to pay off the debt. Otherwise, I’m going to sue

this was the first

the jacket in his direction.

should I? It

Kristie grabbed the orange juice a passerby was holding. No sooner had she stuffed some cash over than she spilled the drink

F*ck!

no choice but to give

he changed into the chequered shirt in a quiet corner, the satisfied Kristie stuffed her bag into his arms.

ahead. I’m

Kristie snapped. The last person she wanted to see was Rayna. Grabbing James by his sleeve, she began

scold Kristie, James resigned himself to obeying her and dropped

to feel her phone vibrate. Upon

the salesperson and instructed, “I’ll take the unit you showed us just now.

The salesperson was dumbfounded.

am I supposed to say? Should I tell her that the unit she had her eye on was bought by Ms. Winton and presented to her boyfriend? There’s no way

the salesperson’s face, she asked, “Has

“Yes…”

Rayna regretted not buying it. Nevertheless, she knew she would put James

informing the salesperson that it was no big deal, she circled around the scale model to check out the other developments. Throughout the entire time Rayna was there, the salesperson left what had transpired unsaid, despite

“Ms. Garland.”