Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 23

The rich man released a sigh of relief when Samuel did not fish his wallet out. Arrogance returned to

his expression.

"He’s done for! His claim was just a claim, after all," the man said, landing the kick on a downed

person. "If you really come up with the excuse that you didn’t bring your wallet, you'll be a laughing

stock."

The pretty woman grinned with sarcasm. "My poor man... Can you please not disturb me while I'm

buying clothes? Get out of here. How embarrassing."

Linda quietly tugged on the sleeve of Yvonne’s shirt." Let's leave first," she said in a low tone. "Don't

embarrass yourself with him. I can’t take the shame."

Yvonne stared at Samuel, baffled. Was he boasting to save face? He was not that sort of person. Why

did he d o something like this then?

She shook her head and walked to his side. "Did you forget to bring your wallet?" she asked.

Samuel wore an awkward expression. He did bring his wallet, but he had given his card to Liam. He

had totally forgotten about it.

"You still have the guts to say something like that?" The nouveau riche man laughed hysterically when Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

he heard Yvonne’s words. "Who would believe you?"

Linda's face was as red as a beetroot, and the tips of her ears flamed. She wanted to walk away for a

long time now, but Yvonne was her best friend. It would be extremely disloyal of her to walk away just

like that.

"Listen to me, Yvonne." Linda walked over to her, grabbing her hand. "Let him be embarrassed by

himself. He was the one who boasted about it."

"If you don’t have enough money, it’s still acceptable t o walk out now, sir." The shop assistant directly

told him to leave. She did not have the patience to waste any more time with Samuel.

At this moment, a young man ran into the store, huffing and panting. He skidded over to Samuel,

thrusting a credit card towards him. "Mr. Hannigan, here's your credit card."

Samuel was surprised at the sight of the young man before him. The credit card in his hands was

definitely his. It seemed that Liam had asked someone to send it over.

The rich man wanted to throw out a few more ridiculing phrases, but all the color suddenly drained out

of his face once he recognized the face of the young man who gave the credit card.

He had joined in the fun this morning at the auction for Hillside Villa. Was he not the one who offered a

bid at eighty-nine million dollars?

Everyone at the auction knew that the mysterious bidder did not wish to appear, so he found someone

to take his place. Now the same young man thrust the credit card at Samuel. It did not matter if the

nouveau riche man was an idiot, he would still be able to guess that Samuel was the mysterious bidder

that everyone i n Cloud City wanted to know about.

His legs trembled involuntarily and the fat on his cheeks jiggled, as though an electric motor had been

installed in his face. He had bought Hillside Villa at a shocking price of eighty-nine million dollars. He

did not even dare to consider this young man's identity!

Only one word emerged in the nouveau riche man’s mind. 'Get out!' More accurately, it was 'run',

because h e was aware that he was in no position to provoke the man before him.

"Let's go,” the nouveau riche man said quietly to the pretty woman beside him.

The pretty woman wanted to preserve her dignity, and she did not believe that that card had enough

credit in it. It could just be a ploy, finding someone to act up a storm. "Go where? The show isn't over

yet. I want to see if that card has any money in it."

The nouveau riche man was so angry that he wanted t o choke the pretty woman to death. Was she

trying to dig her own grave by picking a bone with someone as rich as him?

Linda's fingers curled into anxious fists when Samuel handed the credit card over to the cashier. Cold

sweat slicked down her palms. Anxiety also started to overtake Yvonne Sue.

"Please key in your PIN." The cashier thrust the POS machine right before him, a slight tremble running

through her hands. It was her first time seeing such a big bill. Even she was a little nervous.

Samuel looked at Yvonne. "Why don’t you key in the PIN?” he said, smiling.

"Huh?" Yvonne stared at him, stunned. Why would he let her key in the PIN? She did not even know

the combination.

"Try it," Samuel said.

The first series of numbers that popped into Yvonne's mind was the day of their wedding anniversary.

Was i t really...

"Hey, it's enough for you to embarrass yourself." Linda glared at Samuel, huffing with resentment. "Why

drag Yvonne into this and get her embarrassed too?"

Yvonne extended a hand, keying in the numbers that surfaced in her head.

The transaction went through!

The shop assistant who had looked down on Samuel was utterly stunned. He really paid for it!

The nouveau riche man was not the least bit surprised. He had already bought an eighty-nine-million-

dollar villa; four hundred thousand was a drop in the bucket.

The pretty woman was completely dumbfounded. She was waiting for him to make a fool of himself, yet

he actually paid for the clothes.

"Yvonne, h-how did you know the PIN number?" Linda scarcely dared to believe what had happened

before her. First of all, Samuel was actually filthy rich;

secondly, Yvonne obviously did not know the PIN. How did she manage to get it correct?

Yvonne dipped her head. "It's our wedding anniversary," she replied.

When Linda heard this, admiration immediately flashed across her expression.

"Who said that they would roll out of here just now?" Samuel suddenly spoke.

The nouveau riche man and the pretty woman were just about to exit, ready to leave quietly. They

immediately stopped in their tracks at his words.

"So what if you have money?" The pretty woman cast a menacing stare at Samuel. "We're not poor.

What right do you have to tell us to get out?"

Samuel smiled without saying a word.

The sight of his smile sent every single hair on the nouveau riche man's body standing on end. He

knew that if he did not do what he had said earlier, Samuel would never let him off the hook.