"Come down, and you'll find out." Donald was the first to get out of the car and extend his hand to me. Donald had already taken my hand and went ahead while I hesitated to extend mine.
I felt the warmth of his palm. My face felt a little warm. I decided to follow him. He almost dragged me ahead!
I'm not sure why. I feel a little safer.
What exactly is going on? How am I able to feel this way?
Donald's entrance into the retail mall created quite a stir.
"Donald, you're amazing! Am I mistaken?" A young lady desperately massaged her eyes. "Oh my God, it's Donald! How could he have ended up in such a place!"
"This is his shopping center. What's wrong with visiting here?"
"Who is the woman standing behind him? Am I correct? Does my husband have a girlfriend?"
"YAY! Don't go, my hubby!"
"I'd like to snap a picture with my husband...."
The passers-voices by's are just too loud! I can clearly hear it!
Donald escorted me into a lingerie store. When the salesmen saw him standing upright, they were so terrified that they took a few deep breaths and exclaimed, "Good afternoon, Mr. Donald!"
"Wrap all the new models for me at 36d: 24:36." Donald read my measurements with ease.
"Yes, we'll get it ready for you right immediately!"
When I noticed numerous salesman folding and packing their hands and feet with care, I grabbed his arm and said, "Are you insane? Why do you spend so much money?"
"I'd be delighted."
I said anxiously, "I don't have to wear so much! Stop them! Are you planning to buy the entire underwear store?"
"This is my property."
I forgot to mention that he owns the entire shopping complex! Even the ground beneath my feet bears his name!
IRA took out his card and silently brushed it. A slew of invoices poured forth like a waterfall. I felt really sad as I looked around at the long orders all over the floor. This is a well-known premium brand on a global scale. Is it reasonable to spend this much money? How can the poor survive?
"Go." When IRA was done shopping, Donald took my hand in his and walked out.
I can clearly sense numerous salesmen's envious gazes behind me, "welcome to come back next time!"
Donald brought me to numerous stores once more and took all of the new models for this season. IRA was carrying more than a dozen shopping bags, and the security guards on each floor came to assist. There were soon more than a dozen security guards behind me.
"Except for dark green, earthy yellow, and brown-red, wrap up for me." Donald enters yet another large apparel store.
"Mr. Donald, do you want every new model?" the salesman gently said.
"Yes."
"Hold on a second, I'll pack it for you."
I can't bear it anymore, seeing how busy they are preparing. " With so much money, it's better to give it away!"
"It's something I do every year."
I couldn't say anything. "You can't afford to spend that much!"
"I'd be happy to buy it for you."
"But I can't put on so much!" "Even if I wear one outfit a day for many years," I sighed, "do you want me to wear these garments all the time and for the rest of my life?"
"I genuinely want to spend the rest of my life with you." "But clothes will be bought for you every year," he said, a weak smile on his lips.
"Everything is packed, Mr. Donald."
"Yes."
Donald grasped my hand and walked away.
I honestly don't think I can buy it like this. If I buy it like this, he'll hollow out the entire retail center!
So, what should I do?
"I'll go to the bathroom!" I thought to myself.
I dashed to the nearest WC, shut the door, and hid before he could respond.
Donald's viewpoint
I stayed outside the bathroom because I had nothing better to do with my free time. Not far away, I noticed a shoe store. A pair of crimson high heels in the storefront stood out in particular.
Trista would look great in that. It has to be vibrant and lively!
He took a step towards the pair of shoes, and a dozen security personnel followed him one by one.
"IRA, you wait here for her."
Trista's point of view
I turned on the water and continued to wake myself up with cold water. What are you up to? What exactly is going on? Why my gaze is usually drawn to him unconsciously?
His attention to picking things, his kind tone, and his gaze fixed on me
No way!
My mind is filled with him. It's nearly bursting!
I remind myself to wake up by putting cold water on my face. Donald is lion group's CEO! unfit! There is no hope!
Several men pushed the door open at once.
"Gentlemen, this is the women's restroom!" I was taken aback.
When you walk in, you don't even look at the sign.
Several towering and powerful men glanced at me, and their hunting eyes made everyone sense something was wrong!
"Help...." I said, but before I could finish, someone covered my lips and smacked the back of my head. I quickly went unconscious.
Ira's point of view
"Mr. IRA, the young master has requested that you pay the bill." A security guard approached.
I nodded and gazed at the restroom till I completed swiping the card and returned with the young master. Trista has yet to appear.
"It's been 30 minutes, young master." I took a look at my watch.
Obviously, the young master saw the distinction as well. He dialed the number on his cellphone, but no one answered. The screen went from brilliant to dark, and the young master's black eyes darkened slightly.
"IRA, is breakfast sure to be hot?"
"Yes, I heated it especially before the young master handed it over to miss Trista."
"Do you want to make sure the ingredients are fresh?"
"All of our organic foods are fresh. They are only sent to our kitchen when they have been verified to be good."
"Young master, there's one thing I'm not sure if I'm overly concerned about...."
"Say."
"I thought I heard a peculiar noise in the restroom just before I went to pay the bill. I'm curious whether it has anything to do with Miss Trista." I didn't run inside the ladies' room the first time I saw it.
Donald's viewpoint
Did the injuries reoccur and cause her to pass out? Like last time in the bathroom?
I hurriedly walked to the restroom and opened the door, thinking this was the case. A bottle of hand sanitizer landed on the floor. A pair of sneakers was lying on the ground. At a glance, I recognized the outfit Trista was wearing today!
The doors of all eight rooms are open. Obviously, no one is in them!
Take a look up at the exhaust vent. I'm not sure when it was damaged! Make a large hole! Did they take Trista from here?
Who is it?
How dare you take my people under my eyes! What bravery!
"IRA, hurry!"
Dare to challenge my bottom line?