The Tyrant's Wife

Chapter 15 - Shopping For His Innumerable Women(2)

"Excuse me?" She thought she had heard him wrong. Not only did he want her to help shop for his women, but he also wanted to use her as a mannequin to try on the clothes for them as well?

He knew that there was absolutely no way to convince her, so he lazily stated, "You promised to accompany me to business. If you back out now, it will be no different from not having come with me, so the bonus will not be valid."

She was even angrier when she learned that her bonus would be deducted if she did not go through with it. Holding in her anger, she added this matter to the list of things she should payback for. It was just trying clothes on, right?

Take it as getting to know how it felt like to wear a dress more costly than her monthly salary at F&P Media. If it weren't for this trip, she would not be able to set foot in this store, let alone try on their clothes.

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After making her try on dress after dress and making her start to wonder whether all his girlfriends were of the same size as her, he asked the staff to pack up everything she had tried on. He then made her select shoes and accessories to go with the clothes. By the time she was finished, she was more tired than she usually was when she went shopping for her own clothes.

She was relieved when they got back to the car, loading the trunk with innumerable bags.

Their next destination was Regal, a restaurant she had only been to while scouting for news. It was one of the places frequented by tycoons and celebrities, and she had used a ton of connections to be able to come under the guise of a waitress.

Now, thanks to the asshole beside her. She was being treated with respect by the staff here, and a few of the patrons present came over to say hello (to Desmond, of course).

It would be a golden chance for F&P Media to interview even one of these billionaires. Unfortunately, she was not here for F&P Media, and she knew that a certain someone would explode and accuse her of embarrassing him if she did or said anything she shouldn't.

"Are you that much of an idol chaser?" He leaned over the table teasingly. When she tore her gaze away from the Hollywood movie star she was looking at, he held his face in his hand. "Is he more handsome than me?"

She was annoyed by his teasing when he knew very well that she was at a loss. "I don't know. Are you handsome?"

"Of course." He sounded confident in his own looks.

Reminding herself not to mind this narcissist, she focused on eating her food. The man knew that she didn't want to pay him any attention, so he opened the briefcase he had been carrying around and decided to finish up his work as well. She was stumped when the lunch table suddenly went into work mode. Just as the rumors started, everything he did was always accompanied by work. She suddenly felt uncomfortable eating in his presence while all he did was work and only take a bite or two in between.

Before she could stop herself, she swiped the document he was holding out of his hand.

She gave him a curious look, and although it was not obvious, she knew that he was annoyed. One of the things he hated most was being interrupted from work, and she knew that he would certainly explode if she did not give him a valid explanation for her actions.

She kept up her confident front even though the truth was that she was on the verge of shattering in fright from his gaze. "Well, you have been working endlessly… don't you think you need a break?"

"No." Of course, his response would be tyrannical and as annoying as it could be.

She scoffed. "You do. You are eating after all. If you are going to work while eating, then you may as well not eat at all. If you get food or a drink spilled on the sole copy of an important document, who are you going to blame? Don't get me started on the effects of too much work on your health…"