She thought, having spent over 1,500, if she bought a piece of clothing that didn't have any style at all, how could it reflect its worth?
So she picked what she thought was the best-looking lightning sweatshirt.
Baron Lawrence disdainfully pinched the clothes with two fingers, wishing he could throw the rag in front of him directly into the trash can.
But now they couldn't possibly go buy something else; going again, and waiting for it to come back, would waste another few tens of minutes. He didn't want to stay alone in the hotel room with Enna Clark any longer, otherwise, he was afraid she wouldn't be able to go home tonight.
Even though he deeply resented the outfit the assistant chose, he reluctantly put it on.
He had just finished changing when Enna Clark came out of the shower, finished washing her hair too.
She opened the bathroom door and saw the man standing in front of the mirror, she hesitated for a moment before remembering she had the assistant buy the clothes.
