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.

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 would reject her most of

boiling in him. Initially, he brought Xandra to the shop with

he was so pissed that he wished he could strangle

to be

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

cried out, “What?! A hundred

that there were two people in the shop,

the coat was almost twice the amount of her savings. How could she spend all her savings on a coat when she still needed to earn money to pay her daughter’s

that instant, Sasha regretted making such a stupid decision of buying the

Xandra and Sebastian were

smile. He even pulled a chair over and sat down with his

over and ask them to pay for you? Let’s see if any of them

“Sasha, do you not have enough money? Let me pay for you. Actually, you’ve misunderstood me. I didn’t know you were trying

to help Sasha pay for the

flippin’ hell… What is she trying to do? Is she trying to show to that scum that

shop, the man standing beside her handed over a credit card

face the staff. “We’re paying with my credit

tone in his voice resembled a tenor saxophone – smooth and almost

at him. At this point, the shop was dead silent to the point that one could hear a

outcome to

state, she watched the staff swiped the card and wrapped the dirty coat for them. Before she had even realized it, Solomon took