Chapter 5

I didn't expect to run into Andre and Mary at the gala.

The moment Andre, who was holding Mary's hand, saw me, he hurriedly let go. "I'm making amends for you. Since you're here, you'll cover Mary's expenses tonight."

I ignored him and walked straight ahead to the VIP seats.

Torres beside me excitedly greeted me. "Planning to shop today?"

I looked at the jewelry pieces he was wearing. He wasn't famous yet, so the pieces assigned to him were all pretty ordinary. But they'd do for making a young man happy. Year-end was coming—I could give them to my secretary as gifts.

I raised an eyebrow. "I'll pay for everything you're wearing today. Consider it my treat for bubble tea."

Torres's eyes immediately lit up. "Thank you, baby."

He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I've been holding back for a week, just waiting for you, baby."

Youth is wonderful. Even saying such things only came with a sense of shyness that made my heart itch.

I reached out to touch his hair. "Come to my place after this ends."

The gala officially began.

Various models and celebrities walked the runway wearing the brand's jewelry.

Though Torres wasn't famous yet, his looks were exceptional, so as soon as he appeared, he caught the attention of many women in the audience.

They all wanted to buy the jewelry he'd worn, including Mary.

Andre said to her, "Don't worry. Whatever you like, I'll buy for you."

He'd entered using DL Group's name.

His seat was fairly forward. Seeing he was interested in this jewelry set, others, though they liked it, knew they couldn't compete with DL and gave up.

I turned to look at Andre, my eyes showing impatience.

Though this jewelry set was cheap, it was still worth over a hundred thousand.

Andre had been married to me for so many years. Even as a useless person backed by DL, he should have some money saved.

I raised my hand to call over the sales director and told her, "I want this jewelry set. Also, the two sets on page three of the catalog—send them all to my house. Credit the commission to him."

The director followed my line of sight to Torres, who looked grateful.

The two sets I'd added would earn him a two-hundred-thousand-dollar commission, and my attitude showed the brand his value. After today, his fashion resources would level up.

I'd just swiped my card when Andre's voice came from behind. "I knew you couldn't bear to part with me. If you'd given in earlier, wouldn't things be fine?"

"Send those jewelry pieces to where Mary's living now. Otherwise I'll have to go back to get them. What a hassle."

He actually thought I'd bought the jewelry for him.

Men at a certain age really do become ordinary yet confident in the most nauseating way.

The director looked at me questioningly.

I just shrugged. "Ignore him. Send it to my house."

Andre said, "You're just using this tactic to force me to come home. You're no different from those nagging women now."

With that, he left with Mary.

This was just a small episode for the evening.

I also bought their two flagship pieces for Torres.

He was overwhelmed. "This is too expensive."

"It's fine. I'm always generous with my people."

Items worth less than a million to humor an understanding young man weren't much to me.

"Just put in the effort for me."

When Torres and I kissed all the way to my house, we ran into Andre sitting on the sofa.

He asked, "Why are you home so late? Where's the jewelry? Give it to me. Mary likes it."

What answered him was a low moan from me.

Torres was biting my lip, not giving me any chance to speak.