Chapter 182: The Clough Family

Outside the shop, Myrna leaned against the glass escalator, playing with her phone. Seeing him come out, she put it away.

“Did you buy it?”

“Okay,” Calvin said. He had just instructed the salesperson not to sell anything in the store to Lawson and his group. In a good mood, he held the bag and returned her bank card. “It’s a total of eleven thousand.”

Myrna hesitated, unable to believe her ears as she took the bank card. “Is it so cheap?”

The last shirt she bought for him, independently designed by a designer, cost over 80,000. This time, she bought seven or eight pieces—shirts, sweaters, pants, and trench coats—for only 11,000. This isn’t how discounts work, is it a “fracture discount”?

She looked at him with a suspicious gaze. “We agreed that I would buy the clothes for you, and you wouldn’t compete with me. You didn’t secretly pay, did you?”

Calvin handed her the receipt. “Here’s the bill; you can check it yourself.”

Myrna took the receipt, full of doubt, and skimmed through it. Each item was just over a thousand. After calculation, it indeed came to eleven thousand.

He was very composed; his handsome jawline was firm and smooth. One hand hung casually by his side, exuding an air of nonchalant elegance. He didn’t bother to take off the first thin sweater Myrna had chosen for him. “They had a promotion, buy one get one free.”

“I still think it’s too cheap…” Myrna held the receipt. No matter how she looked at it, it was a normal receipt; there was no fraud. She also flipped it over to check the back—hmm, it was real indeed.

“Did you buy clothes from their store before? They said the piece you bought was a limited edition from their store, and you were supposed to receive any piece of clothing from the store for free after the purchase. Plus, they were having a seasonal change sale recently, so their clothes were discounted. That’s why it ended up costing that much.”

Although Myrna still had doubts, he had already said so. She didn’t think too much, pursed her lips, calculated the price of his necklace, and looked up. “Let’s go somewhere else; I’ll buy you a watch.”

Cedric followed behind, carrying the bag. Hearing this, she watched as her own Mr. Larson followed behind Ms. Stark, eagerly going to buy things. She silently gave a thumbs-up in her heart. Mr. Larson, the dog!

At that moment, Clifton was driving frantically to the Herring family’s house. The house was brightly lit. Oliva, Kenny, Adam, and others were all standing in the living room. He hurried over, and as soon as he entered, he went straight to find Oliva.

“Ms. Herring, what’s the deal with this Myrna? You told me she was just an ordinary girl. The Payne family has had her back for so long without making any public announcement, and they haven’t even brought her back to Nemmington, which clearly shows they don’t care about this child. Why have three groups of people come looking for me today?”

Oliva had been frantic all day, her head full of worries. Despite exhausting all her connections, she still couldn’t figure out what was going on. Now, even more anxious than before, she asked sternly, “Who else besides Mr. Welch and Mr. Thornton?”

Clifton thought she knew, speaking precisely: “The Clough family of Nemmington.”

“The Clough family didn’t approach me directly, but they contacted my superior. I knew that the Deputy Director had a good relationship with the Clough family. He came to me and told me in the afternoon to stop meddling in Abbey’s affairs and to apologize to Myrna properly. There was still room for maneuver in this matter.”

Oliva fell into the chair, her brows furrowed, her face full of fatigue. “Is it that serious?”

Clifton, as the person involved, was even more furious, his lips already blistered. “Mr. Welch didn’t even give me a chance to apologize; he just had someone investigate me! That’s why I rushed over to ask you, what’s the deal with this Myrna? Besides the Payne family, does she know anyone else, like, does she have any friends surnamed Clough?”