Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

His woman?

Sasha’s feeling of panic and nervousness disappeared, replaced by her usual calmness.

She turned around and said coldly, “What if I refuse?”

Upon that, Xandra’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at Sasha’s face in a daze.

“Sasha Wand? It’s you! Why are you here?”

With a condescending smile, Sasha scoffed, “Ms. Green, what a strange question you’ve asked. I can come and shop if I want to. I don’t need to ask for your permission, do I?”

She didn’t even bother to hide her disgust and hatred toward Xandra.

“You!” Xandra turned red in anger.

Without sparing another glance at her, Sasha turned to face Solomon and said apologetically, “Sorry about that, Solomon. Could you please hand me my purse? We’ll leave after I pay for the coat.”

“Alright. Here you go.”

Solomon was standing by the side during the ladies’ exchange. He handed over the purse that he was carrying to Sasha at her request.

Seeing that, Sebastian’s eyes turned gloomy.

woman would only let a man carry her purse if they were in a close relationship, just like Xandra would ask him to carry hers though

he brought Xandra to the shop with the intention

of leaving triumphantly, he was so pissed that he wished he could strangle

seemed to be facing some issue when making

one hundred and eighty thousand, but the balance in your credit card is only a hundred

cried out, “What?! A

forgot that there were two people in the

was almost twice the amount of her savings. How could she spend all her

that instant, Sasha regretted making such a stupid decision of buying the coat just to defend her dignity in front of Xandra and

Xandra and Sebastian were gloating

trouble, Sebastian curled his lips into a smug smile. He even

you enjoy shopping with other men, why don’t you call more of your male friends over and ask them to pay for

money? Let me pay for you. Actually, you’ve misunderstood me. I didn’t know you were trying the coat

to help Sasha pay for

to show to

defeat and leave the shop, the

staff. “We’re paying with my credit card. And also,

tone in his voice resembled a tenor saxophone – smooth and

dead silent to the point that

outcome

her befuddled state, she watched the staff swiped the card and wrapped the dirty coat for them.