Chapter 7 So much clothes

Kayla didn't understand why he said, "you don't need to", until later in the afternoon. Bryan had been gone for almost an hour. Kayla had been calculating how to explain to Mr Leon that she needed to go out, but the doorbell interrupted her thoughts.

Courtney opened the door, and a middle-aged woman walked in. She bowed to Kayla who was sitting on the sofa. "Good afternoon Mrs William, I'm Theresa, the Service manager of Your Taste fashion house".

She barely left Kayla time to think over what she had said, then she signalled the people outside to come in. Then, a row of hangers full of windbreakers popular this season was brought in. Then a cart followed. It was filled with sweaters.

One after another, shirts, coats, jackets were brought in until the entire living room was filled with clothes. Theresa walked to her with respect. "Mrs William, would you mind if I take your measurements?"

What were they doing? Was she shooting a film? As if undef a command, Kayla stood up and allowed the staff take her measurements. "Sorry to ask, are you measuring for clothes for me?", Kayla inquired, sounding a bit confused.

"Yes, Mrs William", Theresa let out a professional smile.

Kayla was overwhelmed by mixed feelings - uncertainty, nervousness, surprise and a little bit of excitement.

After taking the measurements, the staff immediately picked out the sweaters which were just her size. She didn't even need to try them on because seven of the girls were holding each sweater, standing in a row for her to choose from.

"Which ones do you not like, Mrs William?", Theresa stood beside her and asked sincerely.

Kayla looked at the clothes, they were all pretty. "No", she shook her head.

"Yes, Mrs William". She nodded slightly and then turned to the girls. "Put them all in the cloakroom on the second floor".

The staff who was standing beside took the sweaters and walked upstairs.

"But I didn't say I wanted them all", Kayla tried to object. Actually, she didn't even notice what the sweaters really looked like. When she was asked if she liked it or not, she just answered out of respect.

"Mrs William, Mr William asked us to keep all the clothes you have an eye on". Seemingly, Theresa's eyes were filled with envy.

The whole afternoon was spent picking out clothes. Theresa only asked her what she didn't like. After the tops were done, another eight caets of dresses and skirts were pushed in. After that, it was panting carts and shoe carts.

After going through all this, Kayla was able to remain calm, at least superficially, when she saw a row of Hermes for her to choose from. Of course, only she knew that her heart was raging like a storm.

Did all the rich buy clothes like this? It was too extravagant. It was not the end. Kayla even picked out her underwear by just sitting on the sofa. She wondered if they moved a whole mall here.

Even though she was exhausted after a busy afternoon, the staff who worked for her still kept a standing posture and smiled. They were really professional. Kayla collapsed on the sofa after they had left. Then, she realized she had to call Bryan to figure out why he did this.

Colé Imperial Club was the biggest club in the city, the hottest spot for the wealthiest and most powerful. It had the most luxurious presidential suite, which was on the last floor of the building. A few men were sitting on the sofa, and standing beside them was the VIP service manager, ready for their call anytime.

Sitting in the middle was Bryan, with his legs stretched out elegantly. Like a king, he swept over the room without expression, but everyone was as nervous as a startled deer. At the same time, the man who sat opposite Bryan looked at the man who was sitting beside the door, cuddling over a model with disgust.

He was Mike Anderson, whose family took over almost half of the tech industry in the city. He was lazily leaning on the sofa, lifting the chin of a beautiful lady, and filling her mouth with the glass of wine he held. "The beauty" was what the men called her. She was getting all choked up, but Mike didn't care.

Barth Rowlands, the grandson of the retired General of the air force, wished he could kick Mike. "Get out of here, we are here for Bryan. Why did you bring her here?"

Seemingly, the girl was deceived and was not welcomed. But she still swallowed down the wine, not revealing any rage. Then she leaned on Mike's arms like she had no bones in her.

It was known that Mike was a playboy. His face was evil, but yet attractive. He was always willing to spend money on women. There was always women bustling around him, but no one would ever last more than three months. Even so, a variety of girls still wanted to hook up with him.

Mike caressed her chin. "She's the hottest model right now. Look at her face, her figure, she's so perfect".

Her name was Becky. Mike asked her to give Bryan a toast. She was flattered . Instantly, she let out a smile, raised the goblet with her delicate hand, and then walked towards Bryan. "Mr William, nice to meet you"

She approached Bryan as she was speaking. He could feel her inching her way in. Bryan lowered his eyes, looking at her in disgust. "Get out of here!"

Becky had no idea what she was doing wrong. She was afraid that she disappointed Mike, so she gave him an even broader smile and placed her hand on Bryan's shoulder, whispering in a sweet, soft voice. If the man were not Bryan, she would have failed in her mission.

Bryan pushed her away mercilessly. She fell on the ground, and the wine was spilled. Worse still, her back was hit on the hard corner of the table. She was hurt, her eyes turned red, but she held back the tears.

On such an occasion, she didn't dare to cry as it would kill the vibe. She could only restrain the tears and just looked at Mike, asking for mercy. Mike sat there, wearing the same evil smile as usual, as if nothing had happened.

"Get out. Is it understood?", Bryan shouted.

Becky knew that she had better been obedient, and then she slipped out. The VIP manager helped them clean up the wine as if nothing happened there. Barth couldn't hold back his curiosity. "Do you still loathe the contact of women?"

They were all childhood friends, they grew up together and understood each other. When they were young and naive, they had done a few silly things together. That was why no one dared to ask the question, even if they wanted to know.

Bryan slowly raised the goblet , sipped the wine but said nothing.

Mike gave out a sort of evil laugh and surprise. "Shall I introduce you to some? Different types, styles and tastes? Models? Artistes? Stars?"

When he mentioned "Stars", Bryan's eyes paused in a flashing moment. Mike knew he had found his weakness, and he gave out an even more awkward laughter. "A star right? Did I get it? Who's the girl? If you want, I can get her for you".

Before Bryan could speak, his phone rang suddenly. "Bryan, why did you have to do it? I mean the clothes", the person at the other end blurted out without waiting for him to interrupt.