Caitan pushed Jessica harder into the changing room.

Jessica looked back at James with anxiety. She was asking for his opinion. James put both hands in the pockets, standing there with grace and ease. He smiled and was happy that Jessica did it. He said with a low voice, "Go ahead."

Caitan said with despise, "Jessica, he's just a bodyguard. Why are you afraid of him? Do you forget how grandpa died?"

Then Caitan gave James a closer look. To her surprise, James seemed to change completely from when he was Jessica's bodyguard in A Country.

When he was with Jessica, he was incredibly noble. But he would not present invisible pressure as he did now.

James stood there with flawless facial structure. The suit was so straight, and there were no wrinkles. He was standing in the glamorous glaze with a presence beyond reach.

Caitan couldn't help gasping out of surprise. She withdrew her look and had a vicious idea. She said, "Jessica, why are you still with him? How could you do this to grandpa?"

Jessica said, "Stop. I'll go inside to change." She didn't like that Caitan kept talking about their dead grandfather like she was reminding her of something on purpose.

Caitan shrugged off and walked as Jessica entered the changing room. Her friend came over and said, "Caitan, why do you ask Jessica to try the dress? Don't you like it?"

Another girl said, "You said don't mention Jessica in front of you. But you seem really close to her. You even let her have the dress. But can she afford it?"

Jessica sniffed, "So what? She's here with a man, isn't she?"

Her friend said, "What does that man do for a living? I just caught a glimpse of his watch..."

Caitan took a peek at James's watch. It was a limited Patek-Philippe, which was the same value as a mansion. Caitan thought it was a knock-off. If he really was so rich, why would he be a bodyguard?

Caitan answered calmly, "He's a bodyguard."

Her friend said, "Wow. He's too handsome to be rich. If he is, I'm gonna hit upon him."

The changing room door clicked, and Jessica came out with the baby blue long dress.

The color of the dress really matched her skin. It was just long enough to hide her ankles. As Jessica walked, the dress moved gorgeously, revealing partial legs, long, straight, and fair. It was riveting.

Caitan's friend said, "Wow, it's lovely. This dress is beautiful. Caitan, it will look good on you too."

Caitan immediately regrets her decision to see Jessica. Not only does she think she would look good in the dress, but she also knew she would look better than her. This dress belonged to her!

Caitan became poisonously jealous. But he said with admiration, "Jessica, this dress is gorgeous."

Jessica smiled shyly. She looked up, and James got up from the couch.

James slowly came to Jessica and said, "I'll take the dress, please."

The saleswoman said, "I'm sorry. This dress is booked. This miss shouldn't have tried it on in the first place."

James said, "I'll pay double the price."

The saleswoman said, "I'm truly sorry."

James said, "I'll pay ten times the price."

The saleswoman couldn't believe what she heard. Did James just say ten times, she wondered.

Caitan and her friends exchanged surprised looks. Her friend whispered, "Isn't he a bodyguard? How could he be so rich?"

"I think he's just bluffing, "Caitan despised, "I'll see when he drops the act."

Jessica grabbed James's sleeves, saying, "Forget it. The dress is booked. We shouldn't take it."

And there was no need to pay ten times more than the dress was worth it.

Caitan whispered to her friend, "Do you heard that? They are just cooperating not to buy the dress."

Her friend sniffed, "What a couple."

Another one agreed, "Right."

The saleswoman was in a pickle. She could make a lot of money if James really paid ten times more than the value of the dress.

But the client who booked the dress had a special position. Even her boss couldn't afford to offend the client, let alone her.

So the saleswoman shook her head, "Sorry, Sir. Please don't make things difficult for me."

James said, "Call the client booking the dress."

The saleswoman didn't expect James's request. She didn't know how to respond. She was wondering whether she could say the client's information was confidential. But James said first, "You have 10 minutes."

James's voice was commanding and didn't offer the saleswoman any room for negotiation. Even Caitan was surprised. James didn't look like a bodyguard. Did he...

No. It couldn't be. Caitan wondered. She knew James was a murderer. She would like to know when he would quit his act.

The saleswoman was shocked. She was afraid James would resolve to violence the next second. So he got the client's number and called the guy.

James grabbed the phone from the saleswoman, "Are you, Bob Mikey?" He said a little stuff and gave the phone back to the saleswoman.

The saleswoman couldn't be more confused. She kept talking to Bob like a professional, "Mr. Mikey, the dress you booked..."

Bob said, "I'm in the neighborhood. I'll be right over."

Then Bob hung up. The saleswoman didn't know what to do. Bob neither said okay nor not okay.

"Sorry," The saleswoman pointed at the phone, "Mr. Mikey didn't say yes."

"Who does he think he is? He wants to bluff with one phone call?" Caitan raised up her volume, "Jessica, it's okay if you don't buy it. It's not a shame to admit you can't afford it."

James tucked Jessica's slightly messy hair. Then a man came in, gasping for air, "Mr. Moore..."

It was a man in his 40s. He was fat and bald.

He walked in front of James, "Mr. Moore, I'll ask them to deliver all the dresses in the boutique to your mansion."

James said, "No. I just want that one for ten times more than its value."

Bob almost said with begging, "Mr. Moore, how can I let you do this? Please give me an opportunity to give you the dress."

How rare it was to beg for others to take the presents...

James didn't answer, but he said to Jessica, "Don't we say you should spend all of my money? How about we buy everything in the shop?"

Jessica had to question his words again. Did James really mean that?

Jessica looked up at James with a confused look. But James looked so serious. It didn't look like he was making a joke.

Since James wouldn't let her go, Jessica was curious whether he would keep her at his mansion if she went too far.

So Jessica took out the wallet James gave her. She picked a black gold card, saying, "I want all the clothes and accessories in different sizes."