The salesperson's face was full of smiles, at this moment she didn't care about the woman's identity, after all, these days, money talks.
Besides, she wouldn't have to worry about her monthly performance. Maybe, if she serves well this time, the customer might return often.
"Miss Nia, Young Master Peary has already paid for these clothes."
The salesperson originally expected to see joy on Nia Mitchell's face, but...
After a long while, she was disappointed.
Nia Mitchell pouted and stomped over to Maxwell Peary.
"How could you buy so many clothes? We still have plenty at home."
Besides, she preferred wearing T-shirts and jeans with sneakers, which was convenient and comfortable.
"If you wear a new outfit every day, these clothes are far from enough."
Maxwell Peary had decided that Rabina Mitchell wouldn't wear the same outfit twice, so he needed to make more money.
If others heard the CEO's inner thoughts, they'd probably throw rotten leaves at him.
Pretend all you want!
