The Ugly Lady Strikes Back novel Chapter 891

Soon, the group of people behind him followed suit and stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed upon Xyla Quest as they greeted her in unison, “Good evening, Young Mistress.”

“Good evening,” Xyla replied to them with a warm smile.

Stanley Batton took the shopping bag from Xyla and stole a glance at it. He frowned slightly when he saw a piece of awful-colored cloth inside the bag. “Is this dark purple shirt for me?”

Xyla nodded. “Yeah. You don’t like it?”

Hearing the words ‘dark purple’, the group of people behind Stanley instantly exchanged looks of unease.

Most of them knew that Stanley hated dark purple the most…

Nonetheless, to everyone’s surprise, Stanley smiled at her and said, “Nah, I love it. I love dark purple the most.”

What???

The crowd could not believe their ears. They looked at each other in confusion, their eyes filled with doubts and shock.

“Really? You should try it on later,” Xyla said.

“I will.” Stanley stretched his arm and pulled her into his embrace. “Is there anything else you would like to buy?”

“Hmm… I’m thinking of getting a few more shirts for you.” As Xyla spoke, she scanned the people behind them before shifting her gaze back to Stanley again. “You must be busy now, right? You’d better get going. No worries. I can shop on my own.”

“Nah, I have nothing much to do. I’m coming with you,” Stanley insisted.

Following that statement, he glanced at the group of people behind them and ordered coldly, “Go ahead and do what you’re supposed to do. I’ll walk around myself.”

The mall’s manager immediately stepped forward and offered to be their personal tour guide. “Sir, should I come with you?”

Stanley looked at him indifferently. “No, it’s okay.”

Once again, the manager lowered his head down courteously. “Alright. Feel free to contact me if you need any help. Have a great day.”

With that, he left the pair together with the other management staff members.

Noticing their grand arrival, all the store sales assistants got so nervous that they broke out in a cold sweat.

Several idle sales assistants immediately hurried to Xyla and Stanley.

“Hello, sir, may I know what you’re looking for?” One of the short-haired sales girls asked cautiously. She was trying her very best to force a smile as she met their eyes.

“Up to her,” Stanley’s eyes darted apathetically toward the girl and answered. His right hand remained wrapped around Xyla’s waist.

“We’ll have a look around the store first. Don’t mind us. I’ll call you when I need help,” Xyla said.

The sales assistants gave them a respectful nod before walking away.

Suddenly, a middle-aged married couple beside them started arguing over a dress shirt.

“What’s wrong with you? Why do I have to buy the clothes you like? I’m the one wearing them, not you! I don’t care. I’m getting this white one. I don’t like the one you’re holding.”

The man dressed in a white shirt stood in front of the dressing mirror with a grumpy face. He could not stop complaining as he scanned himself up and down in the mirror.