Maybe all men really were the same.
Jason's first purchase for Grace turned out to be—of all things—lingerie.
After browsing through several boutiques, he finally stopped at Carine Gilson, selecting four complete sets. Each set was priced at around $2,500, without the slightest hesitation.
Grace adored them.
She leaned in and gave Jason several soft, kisses, but soon her cheeks flushed faintly as she realized why he had chosen these particular pieces.
Two of the sets were nearly sheer—delicate, daring, and provocative enough to make one's heartbeat subtly quicken.
Jason, however, showed no sign of embarrassment. He continued shopping calmly, methodically making sure Grace had everything she needed—sweaters, boots, hats, handbags, even fur coats.
Jason didn't need these things anymore. His status no longer relied on external packaging.
But Grace did.
She was his woman, and in public, she represented him. Even if she wasn't officially acknowledged, she couldn't be allowed to look inferior to anyone else.
Before long, dozens of shopping bags piled up—large ones, small ones, luxury boxes stacked neatly. Grace naturally couldn't carry them, so two bodyguards handled everything with practiced ease.
While passing through the mall, they ran into Angela and her patron Victor again—this time inside a fur boutique.
Angela had been in a great mood, her hands full of shopping bags, until her gaze landed on the mountain of purchases carried by Jason's bodyguards.
Her smile froze.
First, there were simply too many.
She and Victor had arrived over an hour earlier and had gone through rounds of persuasion just to secure their purchases. Meanwhile, Jason and Grace had only been shopping for a short while.
Second—every visible logo was unmistakable.
Gucci, Chanel, Hermès, Prada.
Angela and Grace exchanged a polite nod as they passed each other.
But Angela couldn't help slowing down.
She lowered her head, pretending to adjust her grip, and secretly peeked into the bags. Most were covered, but the few visible items made her inhale sharply.
Silk lingerie from Carine Gilson—about $2,500 per set. And there were several of them.
High-neck cashmere sweaters from Loro Piana, each costing over $2,500, in multiple colors and styles.
High-waisted wool wide-leg pants from Saint Laurent, priced at $3,500 per pair.
Long pearl-heeled boots from Chanel, worth nearly $10,000.
And most shocking of all—
A Hermès Birkin 30, crocodile leather.Market price: over $70,000.
Angela stood there, completely stunned.
To be fair, Victor hadn't been stingy with her. Today's shopping had already crossed five figures, and she'd been quite satisfied—until now.
But compared to what Jason bought for Grace, the difference was humiliating.
It was like comparing a street magician to a grand archmage.
Grace's lingerie alone probably cost more than everything Angela had received today. Add the rest, and the total easily exceeded $150,000—maybe even $200,000.
Suddenly, the bags in Angela's hands felt unbearably light.
So this is what real spending looks like.
Her thoughts spiraled.
Didn't they say Jason Carter was on the verge of bankruptcy? Restricted from high-end consumption?Then what is this? Spending two hundred thousand dollars on one woman in a single afternoon?
Unease crept into her chest.
Desperately, she checked the visible tags, scrutinizing the sizes.
All the same.
And she knew those sizes very well.
She and Grace had modeled together. Grace's figure—especially her curves—was unforgettable.
That meant only one thing.
Every single item had been bought specifically for Grace.
Not leftovers. Not shared gifts. Not impulse buys.
Just for her.
Angela swallowed.
"Victor," she said softly, forcing a smile, "can we look at fur coats too?"
"Of course," Victor replied with a cultured smile. "Fur suits your temperament perfectly."
Yet Angela caught it—the subtle twitch at the corner of his eye.
After speaking, Victor guided her toward the mink section.
Among furs, mink was… the most affordable.
Angela noticed.
Unlike Alice, she knew better than to push her luck. Even though the imbalance gnawed at her heart, she didn't dare ask for more.
Some gaps—
Once seen,
Could never be unseen.
Instead of pushing further, Angela Wright softened her tone and began gently coaxing Victor Kim, even saying that it was fine if they didn't buy anything today.
But her eyes betrayed her.
No matter how hard she tried, her gaze kept drifting toward Jason and Grace.
She saw Jason take the initiative, lightly tugging Grace toward a different rack. They weren't looking at mink—nor even the higher-grade white or purple sable.
They had gone straight to lynx fur.
Lynx—also known in the luxury market as caracal—used only the softest fur from the white lynx's belly.
If fur had a hierarchy, then lynx sat at the absolute peak.
Its primary sources were Canada, Russia, and Northern North America. The patterns were elegant and noble, the fur thick and fluffy yet astonishingly light. Warm, luxurious, and effortless—wearing it felt like being wrapped in clouds.
Angela's breath caught.
That lynx coat was simply… stunning.
Compared to it, mink fur looked ordinary—almost cheap.
Jason's secretary, Olivia, carefully selected one piece and handed it to Grace.
The moment Grace slipped it on, her entire presence changed.
Her posture straightened.
She didn't look like a flashy upstart wrapped in money—but like a refined young lady born into wealth, elegant and composed, dignified without being aggressive.
It was true—
A person's temperament depended largely on their face, figure, posture, and behavior.
But clothing mattered too.
The right outfit could elevate someone by two or three whole points.
Clothes make the person. That saying existed for a reason.
Angela hesitated, wondering if she should walk over and take a closer look—
When she suddenly heard Olivia ask calmly,
"Excuse me, what's the price of this coat?"
The sales associate immediately straightened, her tone respectful.
"This piece is from the **Dior Lynx Fur Top Luxury Collection. The price is $300,000."
Jason didn't say a word.
He only glanced at Olivia.
That was enough.
"Alright," Olivia said smoothly. "We'll take it."
She swiped her card without pause.
Just like that, a three-hundred-thousand-dollar lynx fur coat was purchased.
Jason never touched the card himself. The entire transaction felt as casual as buying a cheap winter jacket.
"Jason, you're too good to me!" Grace beamed like a little girl, excitement written all over her face. She leaned in and kissed him several times on the cheek.
Grace: Favorability +1
Favorability has exceeded 90.Status panel updated.
Name: Grace
Age: 22
Appearance: 8.1
Height: 169 cm
Weight: 55 kg
Favorability: 89 → 90
Ex-boyfriends: 2
STDs: None
Opportunity Detection: Active(Automatically detects nearby opportunities and alerts the host to avoid missing them.)
Grace didn't even take the coat off to pack it.
She couldn't bear to part with it.
Wearing it, she walked out of the boutique looking every bit like a wealthy heiress. The women around her couldn't hide their envy, eyes following her every step.
Angela stood there, staring at Grace's retreating figure for a long time, her heart in turmoil.
Wasn't Jason Carter supposed to be on the verge of bankruptcy?Could someone nearly bankrupt still spend like this?
A bitter thought surfaced.
Did I leave too early?
If she had waited just a little longer… wouldn't she have been the one receiving luxury lingerie, designer boots and bags—and even a lynx fur coat worth hundreds of thousands?
Angela: Favorability +10
Restlessness surged inside her.
Doubt crept in.
If the rumors online were exaggerated, then even a "fallen" Jason Carter was still a giant.
From what she had just seen—his spending power alone could crush Victor countless times over.
Not to mention—
Jason's looks.His confidence.And the things Victor could never compare to.
Angela clenched the shopping bags in her hands, suddenly feeling that every choice she'd made might have been… wrong.
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