Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1210: Bought a Lipstick

The clerk looked at Melissa with a sycophantic expression, "Miss, you have a great eye. This watch suits this gentleman perfectly."

"Help me take this watch out." Melissa spoke.

"Certainly." The clerk enthusiastically opened the showcase.

At this moment, a deep voice sounded by his ear, "It’s not necessary."

Mort Thorne declined.

Melissa was taken aback, "Mort, you don’t like this watch?"

"No, I don’t."

Having said that, Mort turned on his heel and left.

...

Outside the shopping mall, Mort leaned lazily against the car body waiting.

Just then, Scorpion came out, reached over and patted his shoulder, "Melissa is buying you a watch, why don’t you take it? As long as it’s food, whether it’s soft or hard, we can eat it."

Mort smirked, "I’d rather go hungry than live off someone else."

"Ambitious!" Scorpion praised, half sincere and half ironic, then took out two stacks of red banknotes, "Here’s your salary for this month. Here you go."

Mort counted out forty bills, realized he had taken one extra, and returned it to Scorpion, "Four thousand, just right."

He didn’t want any extra.

Scorpion raised an eyebrow and took the money back, "What do you want to buy with your first paycheck?"

"Haven’t decided yet."

Mort truly hadn’t decided, once a prominent figure rich enough to rival nations, he used to go out without carrying cash.

These three years, he hid away in the mountains for those children and became somewhat tight-fisted, but living alone, he wouldn’t starve.

Over time, he almost forgot how to spend cash.

This was indeed his first paycheck.

"If you’ve got a lady you like, go buy her some jewelry. Women love that." Scorpion suggested. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Really?

Mort curled his lips, a tender smile surfacing on his face.

...

In the mall.

The clerk chatted with another clerk, "Just now, someone without money came, a girl was giving him a limited edition watch, and he refused. What a pretentious jerk."

Just as the words fell, the sound "knock, knock, knock" echoed in his ear.

The clerk turned to look, Mort had returned, one hand in his pocket, the other knocking sharply on the glass window with jointed knuckles, raising his handsome eyelids, his deep, sharp eyes merely glanced at the clerk.

The clerk’s face turned pale, his scalp tingled under Mort’s gaze.

"Si...sir, what do you want to buy?" The clerk stammered.

Mort looked away, his gaze towards the showcase below, soon attracted by a lipstick.

A vivid bright red, looking stunningly fiery.

"How much is this?" he asked.

"Sir, the casing of this lipstick is crafted from 18K pure gold, and it’s purely handmade, priced at 3999."

3999.

He had just received his salary, four thousand yuan.

"Alright, I’ll take this, please wrap it up for me."

"Certainly, sir." The clerk dared not neglect him, given Mort’s aura, the clerk was still quite afraid.

...

In the luxury car, Mort was driving, Scorpion had left earlier due to some business, leaving Dianna Hollis and Melissa in the car.

Dianna sat in the back seat, Melissa sat in the front passenger seat.

"Mort, my brother said he paid your salary just now, four thousand yuan, treat me to a late-night snack?"

Mort’s rough hands pressed against the steering wheel, eyes without looking at Melissa, "I only have one yuan in my pocket."

"Impossible, I don’t believe it." Melissa didn’t buy it, thinking he was making excuses.

Mort really wasn’t lying, having spent 3999, only one yuan remained in his pocket.

"Mort, what’s hanging around your neck? It’s so bright." Melissa’s sharp eyes caught sight of the red string around his neck, below it seemed to hang a shining diamond ring.

Melissa immediately reached out to touch the red string around his neck.

Dianna watched from the back, both hands quickly clenched into fists.

A diamond ring shouldn’t be touched without permission.

She didn’t want Melissa to touch his diamond ring.

At this moment, Mort raised his hand to block, preventing Melissa from touching it, he cast a side glance at Melissa, "Sit properly, don’t distract me while driving."

Melissa was displeased, she sat back, "Mort, drop Miss Hollis off first then take me to the hotel room."

She emphasized "hotel room," sounding quite suggestive.

"Miss Melissa, let’s drop you off at the hotel first, then take me home." Dianna spoke.

In the quiet car interior, tension between the two women swiftly ignited, palpable and intense.

"Mort, who are you dropping off first?"

Mort raised his gaze, through the rearview mirror he glanced at Dianna.

Dianna was also looking at him, eyes moist and bright.

This was the first time she looked at him today.

This little cat, she hadn’t paid him any attention today, whenever he approached her, she’d move away on purpose.

The two hadn’t found time for private interaction, he had so much to say to her.

Mort looked away, then spoke, "Drop Miss Hollis off first."

Melissa was instantly delighted.

Dianna quickly clenched her little fists, she gave Mort a glare, implying - He’s asking for trouble!

...

The luxury car parked below the apartment, Dianna didn’t lift her head, opened the car door and walked off with her bag.

Mort looked through the car window at her figure disappearing out of sight, then he stepped on the gas, the luxury car speeding down the road.

"Blood Eagle, what’s your relationship with Dianna?"

At that moment, Melissa removed her mask, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face full of vitality.

Mort gripped the steering wheel, slightly curling his lips, "She’s my woman."

"What?" Melissa’s face changed, but she quickly steadied, "Blood Eagle, I’ll give you time, break up with her soon. My grandfather is about to retire from his position, as long you marry me, you’ll be the next leader."

Mort’s expression remained unaffected, he said nothing.

"Blood Eagle, this is your most crucial step from darkness to light, being a leader, what a high political starting point, desired by many?"

Mort’s lips curled slightly, "Alright, stop brainwashing me, I’m not worthy of a leader’s heiress, I can’t swallow this meal of dependency."

"..."

Dependency?

He knew it wasn’t that.

Throughout the years, many aristocrats pursued her fervently, yet her heart landed on him, but he remained indifferent, often not even sparing a proper glare.

She had lowered her noble stance to please him.

"Blood Eagle, what’s wrong with me? Tell me, I can change." Melissa softened her tone, sounding humble.

Mort displayed little emotion, not even furrowing his brow, "You’re good, but what’s that got to do with me?"

...

Inside the apartment.

Dianna took a hot shower, her mind filled with images of Mort together with Melissa, anger making her skip dinner.

At this moment, a melodious phone ringtone sounded, and she had a call.

It was Mort.

She didn’t answer.

Then "ding," a message arrived - open the door.