CHAPTER 134: SHOPPING SPREE GONE WRONG I
She led him towards the shop and directly to the men's section.
"I thought you said we were shopping just for you," James said, glancing around.
"Oh, yes, we are," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But I couldn't resist getting something nice for you too. Your wife has struck gold, treasure! You have to enjoy my money while it lasts."
James smirked at her playful reasoning, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"When you say 'big,' just how much exactly are we talking?" he asked.
"Two billion rich," Diana declared, beaming with pride.
"Just 2 billion?" James thought to himself, amused. And she's this excited? What would she do if she landed 50 billion? He muttered under his breath, "Big indeed." She led him to a rack of suits.
Diana didn't catch his words, too busy scanning the suits.
She spotted a dark blue suit that perfectly complemented his eyes and held it out for him. Her eyes then flicked to the price tag. Her jaw dropped. "Two hundred and fifty million?! In a shop like this?" she exclaimed loudly, her voice rising in disbelief and drawing James' attention.
James hurried to her side, his expression concerned. "What is it, honey?"
Diana looked at him, her eyes wide as though she might cry at any moment. "How can such a small shop sell such outrageously expensive suits?"
James took the suit and examined the price tag himself. He nearly chuckled. His own suits were considerably more expensive than this one.
He imagined Diana's reaction if she knew that—she'd probably treat them like priceless artifacts. Maintaining a straight face, he said, "Well, if you don't want to buy it, we can always go."
"No," Diana insisted, her determination firm. "I already said I was getting you something, and besides, this suit is your size. It'll fit you perfectly. I'm not letting it go."
She snatched the suit from his hands and marched towards the counter, leaving James to trail behind her, shaking his head in amusement.
As she reached the counter, she stopped short, her eyes widening in surprise. Standing there, clinging to a man's arm, was none other than Belle, her supposed husband's niece.
"Well, well, well, and who do we have here?" Belle drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Diana Effing Alfred."
Diana met her gaze with a cool smile. "Right back at you, Belle Fucking Hutchkins."
Belle's eyebrows shot up, clearly not expecting such a direct response. She knew Diana was bold, having witnessed her speak to her uncle with such confidence, but this was a new level. She detached herself from the man's arm and fixed Diana with a pointed stare.
"What, Diana? Are you done whoring around with my brother that you've finally moved on to another man? I see you're here buying him a suit."
"Belle," Diana said, her voice laced with disdain, "is this the extent of your reasoning as a 'certified graduate'? It makes me wonder what kind of school you actually attended. Perhaps they forgot to include 'common sense' and 'thinking like an educated person' in the curriculum."
"You bitch!" Belle roared, raising her hand to slap Diana.
Diana's reflexes were lightning fast. She intercepted Belle's hand mid-air and, in a swift motion, delivered a sharp slap of her own across Belle's cheek. "That's for spouting nonsense about me," she said, her voice dangerously low.
Belle stumbled slightly, clutching her stinging cheek as she stood frozen in shock.
The man Belle had been clinging to looked alarmed, his expression quickly twisting into anger. "What the hell, bitch? How dare you slap my woman?" he growled, stepping toward Diana.
Diana cocked an unimpressed brow, her tone laced with mockery. "Your woman? Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She gasped in exaggerated pretense before sneering, her eyes sweeping over Belle with undisguised contempt. "You should be ashamed of parading this as a woman."
Ignoring the fuming pair, Diana turned to the sales assistant behind the counter, completely unfazed. "I'd like to purchase this suit, please."