Dave was amazed and impressed as he walked through the mall, his eyes filled with admiration. Everything looked so bright and beautiful—there were so many people, and so many interesting things one could buy.
Umm...
Dave froze as he noticed everyone in the mall seemed to have fixed their eyes on him. The looks they gave were filled with disgust, their judgment plain and unhidden. He could even hear the surrounding whispers.
"Oh my God… who's that? He looks so unkempt."
"What the hell? Why would they let a beggar in here?"
"Who knows? Maybe he's not just a beggar but a criminal…"
Yeah, you're right, man. Someone like him, hmm…
> "Mmm, he's definitely here to steal something."
Dave didn't mind the stares or what they were whispering about. He acted as if he didn't care and walked straight toward a boutique store. Just at the entrance, a saleslady stood there, looking stunning and cute. Dave couldn't help but smile to himself.
Hmm… I see why they placed her at the entrance. They're probably using her beauty to attract customers.
"How may I help you, sir?" the cute saleslady asked as soon as she saw Dave walking in.
She quickly noticed his appearance—his clothes were cheap and worn-out, and he looked clearly like a beggar. That smile… he's probably trying to look harmless so he can beg for change, she thought, silently judging him.
But then Dave surprised her.
"I would like to buy your finest clothes, please."
"Oh… really?" the saleslady asked, taken aback.
"Well, in that case—this way, sir," she said, masking her shock as she led Dave toward the section with the most expensive and luxurious clothes.
She reminded herself not to judge a customer by appearance. After all, her job is to be nice to every customer—and besides, she always gets a bonus for every sale she makes.
Dave followed behind the saleslady as they arrived at the section where the most expensive and luxurious clothes in the shop were kept. The first thing that caught Dave's eye was a gray suit placed in a glass display case, right in the center of everything.
The suit looked absolutely fabulous. It reminded him of the one Danny wore the first time they met at Vigi Park—only this one was far more elegant. It had delicate designs embroidered on the collar, and the fabric shimmered subtly under the lights. Everything about the suit screamed power and luxury.
It would be perfect to wear to tonight's college renewal party, Dave thought to himself, his eyes glowing with interest.
"Excuse me," he said to the saleslady, pointing at the suit. "How much is this one?"
Once again, Dave managed to surprise her.
"Oh... you mean that one?" she replied, wiping the sweat off her forehead, suddenly nervous.
"That's the Dormeuil Vanquish. It's one of the most expensive suits in the world. It's crafted from six of the highest-quality fabrics known to man. Each one is made as a bespoke piece, tailored specifically for the customer. "It's extremely rare to find one—even in this city—but since Crusline Mall is one of the largest in the region, we were the only store lucky enough to acquire one."
She paused for effect, then added, "The suit is priced at 1.2 million dollars."
Oh my God… that's really expensive. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that," Dave said quietly, his voice calm despite the shock in his words.
But then he remembered something—he could actually afford it. According to his father, the card he carried had over four trillion dollars on it. He could buy a hundred of those suits without even making a dent.
Dave looked at the saleslady and smiled, ready to surprise her again.
"I'm taking it," he said casually.
"What…?" the saleslady almost screamed, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"Mr.—I must assume you didn't hear me clearly the first time. That suit is priced at 1.2 million dollars."
"I heard you for the first time," Dave replied, his smile calm and confident. And I still want it. In fact, I'd like to buy it… along with a few other clothes.
The saleslady was speechless. For a moment, she just stared at him, unsure if this was real. A wave of nervous excitement washed over her. If he actually buys this suit, she thought, I would receive a massive bonus for selling it.
She quickly pulled herself together and returned Dave's smile. After all, her job was to be polite and professional with every customer—no matter what.
"Okay, sir," she said, her tone now more respectful. "I'll have it packaged for you right away."
Dave strolled around the store, selecting many clothes. The saleslady accompanied him, helping to package each item as he made his choices.
"Alright, I think this is enough. "All of this will do," Dave said, satisfied with his shopping.
"Okay sir, you can make your payment with the cashier over there," the saleslady responded politely.
Dave's purchases were far too many for him to carry alone, so the saleslady assisted him. Together, they walked toward the cashier.
As soon as the cashier saw Dave approaching, judgment began to flicker in her eyes. She gave the saleslady an annoyed look as she scanned the mountain of clothing Dave had selected.
"That will be twelve million dollars," she said sharply, eyeing Dave from head to toe with irritation.
Dave reached into his pocket for his card—but something was wrong. It wasn't there. He checked his other pocket. Still nothing.
"Sir, I said your total is twelve million," the cashier repeated, watching Dave nervously dig through his pockets.
"One moment, please," Dave replied, holding up a finger to stall as his hands continued their desperate search.
The saleslady noticed his frantic movements. "What's wrong, sir?" she asked, concerned.
l... "I can't find my card. "I think it's missing," Diava replied, sweat forming on his brow.
Suddenly, a loud, mocking laughter erupted from somewhere in the store, drawing everyone's attention. It was Mark Cindy—one of the guys Dave used to gamble with before he met Eva.
"Ha ha ha!
"Come on, can't you see this guy can't afford any of this? "Are you blind?" Mark shouted, speaking to both the saleslady and the cashier.
"Just look at him! You really think someone dressed like that can buy twelve million dollars' worth of clothes? Who even let you in here?"
Judging by the scene, Mark continued, "He's clearly here to steal."
The cashier, hearing Mark's accusation, snapped. "Sir, if you know you can't pay, I'm calling security. "You'll be arrested," she barked, her patience gone.
Just then, Dave remembered something. Wait—my card! "I left it in the pocket of the Vanquish suit I tried on earlier!"
"No, no—I can pay!" Diava insisted, turning to the saleslady. The suit—the card's in the pocket. Please check it out!
Mark laughed again. "You're such a fraud. He's clearly playing tricks on you. Call security already!"
A crowd had begun to form, eyes fixed on the scene. Embarrassment hung in the air.
"What's your problem, Mark?" Dave asked, trying to stay calm.
"My problem is you," Mark sneered. You're clearly a loser trying to steal. You think you can just walk in here to steal and get away with it? Ha!"
"I can pay for what I bought!" Diava snapped. "I'm not a thief."
The cashier nodded in agreement with Mark. I mean, look at this guy—he isn't even wearing decent clothes, yet he claims he can buy all this? "He's obviously here to steal," she muttered, picking up the phone.
"I'm calling security," she said aloud, placing the receiver to her ear.
"No—no, please!" Dave cried out. Just check the pocket of that suit. My card is there!
The saleslady hesitated. Something in Dave's eyes told her he wasn't pretending. What if he's telling the truth? She thought.
She searched through the shopping bags until she found the one containing the Vanquish suit. She slipped her hand into the pocket... and felt something.
Pulling it out, she found a sleek, black card engraved in gold with the name Dave Wayne.
Her eyes widened. She had heard of this kind of card—only the ultra-wealthy owned one, and it required a minimum balance of at least a hundred million dollars.
As she stared at the name, her heart pounded. Wayne... That name. It rang a bell. The Wayne family—they owned this very mall.
"That's my card," Dave said as soon as he saw it. Relief washed over his face.
The cashier, Mark, and everyone who was watching went silent.
Could it be? Was this man telling the truth all along? The cashier thought as she saw the saleslady bring out the card.