"Wait a minute."
Old Master Coldson called the person back.
"Today, take your wife to buy so new clothes."
"Grandpa," Yolanda Greenwood looked at the old man for help, "there’s no need, I have clothes, no need to buy new ones."
Cooper Coldson instantly rembered how Yolanda had dressed like an exhibitionist previously at Midnight.
His face darkened, he pulled out a Black Gold Card and handed it to Yolanda, "I have several important etings today, you find a friend to go with you."
"Okay." Yolanda nodded hurriedly, afraid that the old man would say anything more.
After breakfast, Yolanda planned to set off and went to say goodbye to the old man.
"Go on, have a good ti with friends, and we’ll have a big al together at noon." The old man always spoilt Yolanda so much.
"Okay." It had indeed been a while since Yolanda went out with Lola Gold.
She had been unable to make plans with Lola recently; clearly, the girl had been so involved in love that she’d forgotten her friends.
"Right, and buy so more jewelry. Those won at the dinner care about that the most."
"I got it, Grandpa, don’t worry, I’m off."
"Go on, go on." The old man still wasn’t entirely reassured, "Don’t co back unless you’ve spent a few million of his money."
Isabella Ross happened to overhear that just outside the door.
Yolanda scratched her head awkwardly, feeling that the card in her pocket was particularly hot.
"Go ahead and buy." Isabella said indifferently, "After all, you are now the wife of the Family Head of the Coldson family, dressing too shabbily reflects poorly on my Coldson family."
My Coldson family... the implication was that Yolanda was still not a mber of the Coldson Family.
"Indeed, if people knew that the Family Head of the Coldson family hasn’t been willing to buy his wife new clothes for a year, that would be really shabby."
Having said her piece, she left. Actually, Yolanda was sowhat intimidated by strong won like Isabella.
An hour later, Yolanda and Lola Gold t up.
This ti, the two of them t directly at Simplicity 1991 Shopping Street, the most famous luxury shopping street in Gray City, and the only place Yolanda could think of.
"Missy, spending every day with your boyfriend, have you forgotten you have a friend like ?"
Upon eting, Yolanda couldn’t help but complain.
However, it had only been a few days since the two had seen each other, but Yolanda always felt Lola had changed a lot.
"Not at all, didn’t I co right away when you called?"
Lola Gold hugged Yolanda’s arm and acted coquettishly, "Alright, alright, I’ll shop with you until the stores close, okay?"
"That’s more like it." Yolanda chuckled, a proud look on her face as if she had achieved her goal.
Then she pulled out the card Cooper had given her and winked at Lola, "Still the sa as before, spending Cooper’s card."
Lola laughed, "What? Have you regained financial power?"
"Not really." Yolanda explained the whole situation and felt even more that Lola was different than before.
Logically, Lola had never been to Simplicity 1991 Shopping Street, just like Yolanda hadn’t.
But in reality, as they shopped, Lola seed even more adept than Yolanda, especially with a few luxury brands - she seed very knowledgeable.
"Lola," Yolanda couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, "why don’t you talk about your boyfriend? What does he do?"
"There’s nothing much to talk about." Lola clearly didn’t want to share much, "He doesn’t work."
"He doesn’t work?" Yolanda asked, surprised, tentatively inquiring, "Is he a rich second-generation heir?"
"Yeah, sothing like that." Lola quickly ended the conversation, "Let’s not talk about him anymore, focus on picking out clothes."
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind them.
"What unpleasant topic are you two young ladies discussing?"
Yolanda turned around and it was Christopher Coldson.
"Uncle Chris, what are you doing here?"
Christopher’s gaze swept over the two, "Of course, like you, getting ready for the dinner."
Yolanda nodded understandingly, she noticed that Christopher had a girl with him, she looked familiar, seemingly a minor celebrity.
Noticing her gaze, Christopher took the initiative, "Let introduce my companion, Randy Carter."
This girl nad Randy Carter seed softer than her na, almost totally leaning on Christopher.
Or rather, she looked more like an oversized accessory.
"Hello to both of you sisters." Her voice was so soft when she spoke that it seed water could drip from it.
Yolanda chuckled dryly; Christopher was a notorious playboy, she had always known.
But still, he was skilled at avoiding scandals, and for many years he hadn’t caused any public commotion.
Yolanda quickly grabbed Lola’s hand, but found it to be very cold.
"Lola, are you alright?"
"I’m fine!" Lola forced a smile.
"Uncle Chris, this is my best friend, Lola Gold." Yolanda took the initiative to introduce.
Christopher, with one hand on Randy’s shoulder, looked over with a smile, "Miss Lola Gold, hello there."
"Snort!" Randy laughed, "Lola Gold? Your na sounds like that maid, Jin Suo, doesn’t it?"
Yolanda was about to speak when Lola beat her to it.
"That’s still better than so people whose nas lack substance and bodies lack bones."
"You!" Randy stamped her foot in anger and imdiately turned to Christopher coquettishly, "Christopher! Let’s go, I don’t like these two brats."
"Badmouthing others when your own mouth is dirty?" Christopher’s gaze still on Lola.
"Huh?" Randy soon caught on and started to scold Lola, "Did you hear? Christopher said your mouth is dirty!"
"I was talking about you." Surprisingly, Christopher let go of Randy with an expression of disgust, "Christopher? Are you trying to tell others how deep you are?"
The situation changed so quickly that neither Randy nor Yolanda could react.
"Let’s go." Lola appeared much calr, pulling Yolanda away, "Why bother watching them fight like dogs?"
Fight like dogs?
Yolanda looked back sympathetically at Christopher; indeed, Randy was pestering him.
She shook her head in resignation, "That’s Christopher, Grandpa’s youngest son, actually, he’s not bad."
Lola looked over speechlessly.
"Alright, alright," Yolanda quickly surrendered, "I know you don’t like those Casanovas, let’s not talk about him anymore."
The two then entered another luxury store, where the clerks presented the latest season’s products.
Yolanda looked around and liked two items, one gold and one black, both very refined, and she looked stunning in them.
She was a bit torn, "Lola, which one do you think I should choose?"
Lola Gold was sitting on the sofa, apparently lost in thought.
"Miss big!" Yolanda approached helplessly, "What are you daydreaming about? Which one should I choose?"
Lola seed just as uncertain.
"Buy both!" To their surprise, Christopher had followed them, "Wear the gold one for the dinner."
He winked mischievously.
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