Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 26: Chaos at the shopping center

"Camilla!"

Tiffany stepped in front of Camilla at once.

But Camilla gently grabbed her hand and had a calm look on her beautiful face.

Boris was about to stop Lizzy.

He didn't want the beauty that was about to fall into his hands to get hurt.

Who would have thought that before he could even act, Lizzy clutched her face in pain, squatted down screaming?

"Ah, it hurts, my face hurts so much!!" Everyone was startled.

But upon a closer look, they found that apart from Lizzy's face being much redder and swollen than before, there were no other abnormalities.

They smirked. Apparently, she was putting on a show here.

Only Camilla knew for sure that Lizzy was genuinely in pain.

After all, her hand was covered with the concoction she had researched and developed.

It could increase the pain in the affected area several times and could last for a solid twenty-four hours.

The smile deepened at the corner of Camilla's mouth. For these twenty-four hours, Lizzy had to endure the pain. "

Baby, do you think my face is ruined? Look at my face!!" Lizzy gazed at Boris in agony. Her originally charming and attractive face had become distorted due to the pain.

"No," Boris felt Lizzy's screams and shouts were extremely embarrassing, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

"Stop making a scene, you should go back."

"Go back? I'm not going back!" Lizzy looked at Shiwan with a twisted expression.

She worried that if she left, the influential figure she had hardly won over would end up in Camilla's possession.

"Lizzy," Boris's face grew even more unpleasant. "If you continue to make a scene, I will teach you a lesson right here!"

"Mr. Boris please don't be angry," Emma saw the high-quality long dress on Lizzy that was stained with blood.

Afraid that Boris would have a falling out with Lizzy and refuse to pay, she immediately stepped forward to support Lizzy.

"Miss, let me assist you to the resting room inside," a woman offered. Lizzy didn't really want to go, yet, under Boris's stern gaze, she had no choice but to endure her pain and head towards the resting room.

Deep down, she feared that Boris would refuse to pick up the bill.

When she came across Camilla, Lizzy spoke with a menace in her voice. "Camilla, you just wait and see."

Camilla smiled gently. "Sure." Upon seeing this, Lizzy became even more frustrated. The saleswoman didn't dare to delay, half supporting, half dragging Lizzy towards the rest room.

Her cries of pain could still be heard occasionally.

"That was just a farce, Miss Rodriguez, please don't take it to heart," Boris approached Camilla, and said with a smile.

"If you're not comfortable shopping here, we can switch to another store."

"No need, I am good here," Camilla responded, indifferently. Boris nodded in agreement.

"Alright, let's shop here. Buy whatever you fancy."

Despite what he said, he knew women who've just graduated like this do not have the audacity to grab expensive items.

Tiffany looked at Boriss self-confident expression, a contemptuous light flashing in her eyes.

Was he trying to play the generous tycoon in front of the young lady of the Luther Group? This was indeed ridiculous.

Ignoring Boris, Camilla continued strutting around the store, holding Tiffany's hand.

A different saleswoman approached them, smiling.

"May I help you?" Without raising her head, Camilla responded indifferently.

"No, I want the previous saleswoman."

"...Yes." The customer is always right, especially when they're big spenders.

Emma's face changed from contemptuous to exceedingly enthusiastic.

Apparently, Miss Rodriguez was using her as a tool to vie for favor against Miss Lizzy. However, this works just fine, she can take interest from both ends. --

Elsewhere. Luther Corporation headquarters.

"President Luther," Ramsey briskly entered the office.

"I've found it." Sinclair exhaled the smoke he was puffing and looked up.

"That reckless, white Ferrari..."

Ramsey gave an honest report.

"It was driven by the youngest son of the Luna Family, Roman."

The Luna Family? Sinclair thought of the woman who turned pale from fright in the afternoon.

His gaze deepened. "Break his legs, and in addition..." Behind the thin veil of smoke, the man's handsome face was partially concealed.

"Terminate our cooperation with the Luna Family." In his casual tone, he carried a ruthless threat.

"Yes," Ramsey nodded. If Mr. Luna knew that the business, which he had personally visited multiple times to secure, was ruined by his youngest son's reckless driving, he would probably vomit blood.

Just as he was about to leave, that low magnetic voice rose again. "Has she returned to the manor?"

"Her?" Ramsey was startled for a moment before quickly regaining composure.

"No, the lady has run into a bit of a hiccup at the mall."

He spoke softly, relaying the situation his subordinate had reported to his boss. As he finished speaking, Ramsey turned to his boss.

"President Luther, do we need to intervene?" "There's no need." Sinclair put out the cigar in his hand, crushing it in the ashtray. His low, narrow eyes were inscrutable.

"She likes to play, so let her continue playing."

As for the rest, they could wait until she was ready to stop playing.

"Yes sir," A trace of shock crossed Ramsey's face.

President Luther's tone was as usual, but he surprisingly detected a trace of indulgence.

Could it be that President Luther, this man who seemed as unyielding as an iron tree, was actually showing signs of yielding?! ---- Inside the mall.

"This piece," "This pair," "This one," Camilla randomly pointed at the clothes, shoes, and bags in front of her. "Wrap them all up for me."

"Yes, Miss."

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Emma's hands were already full of stuff, the smile on her face deepening when she heard this.

These things had already been estimated to be worth over three million.

It seems that she was destined to be the top seller this month, and the commission alone was enough for her to take a half-year break.

The smile on Boris's face, however, was gradually fading.

The things Camilla wanted to buy had far exceeded his estimates.

"Miss Rodriguez, let's just buy this much for now. We can buy the rest next time."

"But I want to buy them now," Camilla did not look at him, her slender, fair fingers pointed at the diamond necklace in front of her.

"Tiffany, this necklace suits you well, wrap it up." The latter half, of course, he was saying to the saleswoman.

EMMA's eyes seemed to glow with excitement, she looked at Camilla as if she was looking at the God of Wealth.

"Yes, yes." Thinking of the remaining balance in his card, Boris felt a little guilty, he began to calculate in his mind.

This woman was beautiful, but her appetite was too big for him to handle.

But at this point, he couldn't afford to lose face on the spot. He had to figure a way out.

Not far away.

"When will this be over?"

Impatience was creeping into the man's eyes. "Shopping with women is troublesome." "What's the rush?"

The man with the duckbill cap had a gloomy expression.

"The longer she spends shopping, the more time there will be for big brother and the others to prepare.

Just be patient and wait."

The man dared not say anything more, continuing to stare in the direction of Camilla.

"Both of these are not bad," Camilla said with a smile, looking at the handmade custom bags in front of her.

"Wrap them both up." EMMA, busy handling the bags, said with a laugh.

"Sis, you really have a good eye.

These two bags are our freshly arrived super high-grade goods; there are no more than five in the entire capital."

Upon hearing the words 'super high-grade goods', the corner of Boriss eyes twitched even more.

Camilla didn't look at him, nor did she pay any heed.

"Tiffany, do you like anything else?"

"No," Tiffany shook her head, a smile lurking in her eyes.

It's not that she's being polite. It's just that Camilla has practically bought half the store, she really doesn't know what else to want.

"Alright," Camilla turned her head, looking at Boris with anticipation.

"Mr.Boris, you can pay the bill now."

"Oh, oh," Boris nodded somewhat sheepishly.

Emma's eyes sparkled as she immediately took the items in her hand to the counter to calculate the price.

Because the order was so large, the others in the shop also pitched in to help.

"Mr. Boris, the total is eight hundred and sixty million," Emma's face blossomed into a wide smile.

"Plus Miss Lizzy's skirt, it comes to eight hundred and eighty million, which is a very auspicious number.

How would you like to pay?"

At this moment, everyone including Camilla, Tiffany and all the sales assistants turned their eyes to Boris.

"Swipe, swipe the card," In the hopeful gaze of everyone, Boris tried to maintain his composure.

"But I left my card in the car, I'll go get it and be right back."

As he spoke, he glanced at Camilla and then turned to head out.

His towering figure walked briskly outside, somewhat resembling a hasty escape.

A hint of a smile curled up the corner of Camilla's mouth.

The atmosphere in the shop had become so quiet, it was as if it had frozen.

The salesgirls were clearly accustomed to such occurrences, with varied expressions.

Some were there for the show, some were sneering, and others were whispering secretively.

The smile on Emma's face also gradually faded, as she stared intently at Camilla.

"Miss Rodriguez, Mr. Boris... he wouldn't just run off like that, would he?"

"Yes, he would. And," Camilla began casually. "He's already gone."

The other salesgirls glanced at each other, looking at Emma with different expressions, seeing the confidence in Camilla's demeanor.

"What about these things then?"

A super order dropped from her eyelids, and Emma's expression visibly darkened.

Her tone was tinged with anger as she addressed Camilla.

"So I wasted my time back there?

Next time you can't afford to keep a sugar daddy, can you avoid arbitrarily directing others? Really desperate...."

Before she even finished her sentence, something was thrown at her face.

"Swipe your card."

The object that hit Emma square in the face was, in fact, a diamond card. Seeing this, everyone was dumbstruck.

EMMA's eyes widened even more, not minding at all when Camilla slapped her face with the credit card.

"Swipe... swipe the card?" "What, are you surprised?"

Camilla laughed leisurely, looking surprisingly stunning.

"Well, I forgot to tell you," Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

"I don't need to rely on a sugar daddy, because...

I am one."

"Right, I'm sorry, sis," EMMA composed herself and forced out a smile once again.

"I'll swipe your card for you now."

As she spoke, she quickly keyed in eight million six hundred thousand on the card machine.

"Swipe-" Accompanied by a prompt sound, the card was successfully swiped. Everyone exchanged glances.

"I'm really sorry, sis.

I was blind and foolish with my nonsense,"

The weight in Emma's heart completely fell to the ground as she saw Mr. Camilla's face filled with utter sincerity and remorse, his waist bent more than ninety degrees in apology.

"I was just uttering words without thinking because I was angry with Mr. Boris, you must not be angry, it's all my fault."

"It's okay."

"Thank you, sister." Upon hearing these words, Emma heaved a long sigh of relief.

This woman is really easy to coax.

"Shall I pack it for you?"

However, just then, Camilla spoke again.

"Wait a minute, I just remembered," She looked at Emma, the corners of her eyes and brows filled with a hint of smile, but her eyes were full of coldness.

"You said at the beginning, some things are not something anyone can touch,"

Camilla, looking at the array of luxury goods in front of her, frowned.

"These things are indeed good, but since you have touched them, I don't want them.

Please return them." Instantly, Emma's face turned ashen.