Chapter 53: Husband and Wife Team Up to Humiliate Sarah, That's Absolutely Epic!

Sarah was about to fall towards Benoit when he quickly maneuvered his wheelchair, deviating from Sarah's plan.

Bang!

Sarah crashed straight onto the ground.

The sound was unbearable to hear, making Queenie and Macy flinch in pain!

Meanwhile, Manley guarded cautiously as he asked, "Who are you? Why did you attack Mr. Clancy?"

As he spoke, he asked the salesgirl for a pair of disposable gloves, quickly putting them on before restraining Sarah, who was lying on the ground, with one hand folded behind her back.

"Tell me! Who sent you to attack Mr. Clancy?"

Sarah was in considerable pain all over her body, and now her hand was being restrained, making her want to curse.

What kind of person is this?

Who would dress like this to attack someone?

But she still wanted to seduce Benoit, so she refrained from swearing and spoke in a shy manner, "Mr. Clancy, don't you remember me? I am Queenie's colleague's sister. I have been to your house before."

"Oh," Benoit responded indifferently, focused on the handbag in his hands.

Seeing this, Sarah provocatively cried out with a flirtatious voice, "Ah, it hurts, it hurts."

She moaned seductively, with a hint of deliberate seduction, causing the salesgirl's eyes to roll.

Sarah knew that men fell for this kind of act, so after a few more moans, she fluttered her eyelashes and looked at Benoit, "Mr. Clancy, I just sprained my foot, it was not intentional to attack you. Can you ask your bodyguard to let me go?"

Benoit raised his hand expressionlessly, and Manley released Sarah. In front of her, he disdainfully took off the disposable gloves and threw them into the trash can.

Sarah's face froze, secretly glaring at Manley.

As a nightclub's stunning beauty, she had never been treated so rudely before!

How does a straight man not appreciate this!

Suppressing her inner complaints, Sarah warmly walked towards Benoit, "Mr. Clancy, do you want to pick a handbag for Queenie? Since we had such a fateful encounter today, why don't I recommend a few handbags suitable for Queenie, from a woman's perspective?"

As she spoke, Sarah casually pointed at a handbag, "How about this one? It's versatile and very suitable for Queenie."

Benoit glanced indifferently at the handbag Sarah pointed to and asked, "What is Queenie's age, exactly?"

Sarah froze, never expecting Benoit to ask that.

What's his problem?

Before she could think of how to answer, Queenie heard Benoit's deep voice tinged with contempt.

"Queenie does not need versatility. As a husband, I am capable of providing her with bags of different colors to match her outfits. Moreover, she can afford any bag in this store. All of these bags should be honored to be in her hands!"

Sarah's face stiffened, and she saw Benoit pointing at the bag she had recommended, looking at the saleswoman.

The saleswoman quickly put on white gloves and walked towards the bag.

Sarah's demeanor softened slightly as she thought, this man is playing hard to get!

She opened her mouth, about to highlight the features of the bag to Benoit, but then she saw him raise his hand and casually say, "Not this bag, pack up all the bags in this section."

Sarah and the saleswoman were dumbfounded.

All the bags in this section?
Over a hundred!
The cheapest bags here cost well over a thousand each!
With just a flick of his hand, he bought all the bags in the entire display?!

The saleswoman, clearly taken aback by the situation, inquired repeatedly, "Sir, are you sure you want all the bags in this section?"

"Yes," Benoit nodded lightly and spoke calmly, "Why? Is that not possible?"

The saleswoman saw a sale with several digits waving to her, so she quickly responded with a smile, "Of course! Of course!"

At this point, Queenie couldn't hide anymore and hurriedly rushed out, stopping the saleswoman.

"My husband is just joking. Wait a moment, don't pack anything yet. Let me talk to my husband first."

After speaking, Queenie pushed Benoit aside and spoke to him with a somewhat reproachful tone,

"Why do you want to buy so many bags? It's such a waste of money! We can't live like this."

Benoit was being scolded for the first time and felt a little awkward. He put away his domineering aura, appearing somewhat aggrieved as he explained, "She mocked you...I just wanted to tell her that you don't need versatility, you can afford any bag."

Upon hearing this, Queenie was taken aback.
She hadn't considered that Benoit wanted to buy so many bags purely to vent his anger and make her happy.

Well, this approach is very Mr. Clancy-like!

Queenie felt a slight warmth in her heart, looking at Benoit's awkward appearance, finding it both funny and endearing.
She squatted down, gently communicating with Benoit, just like how she would call her students to her office on a regular day.

"I know you're angry, and I know you're doing this for my own good. However, if we want to live our lives, we can't be as impulsive as you. We need to spend our money wisely."

Queenie didn't forget what Benoit said before, that he was a bit tight on money lately, and he would make up for her dowry later.

Benoit muttered, "If it were me before, I would have bought the entire store."
Queenie was stunned silent.

"And besides, I don't want a conventional life."

Queenie heard this and widened her eyes in surprise.

"I want to pursue my wife/girlfriend. My friend taught me that if I give her a bag every day, I can win her over."

Queenie felt both angry and amused, thinking to herself, what kind of friends does this person have?

At that moment, Benoit gave Manley a signal.

Manley quickly approached and whispered, "Queenie, actually this store belongs to Mr. Duke. The bags here retain their value, even second-hand ones are very valuable. Mr. Duke owes Mr. Clancy money from a previous project and refuses to pay it back. Mr. Clancy wants to recover some of his losses."

Upon hearing that the bags here were valuable, and thinking about Shipley's arrogance earlier, Queenie straightened her back and said to the salesperson, "Excuse me, please wrap up all the bags you just mentioned, as well as the ones over there!"

Sarah widened her eyes, utterly dumbfounded!

So, this couple's solution to their communication problems was to buy all the bags?

Sarah was almost consumed by jealousy!

Seeing Benoit and Queenie looking so sweet together was irritating, so she calmly walked out of the luxury store.

Macy noticed and called out, "Hey, Sarah, did you drop something?"

Sarah naively turned her head to look at the ground, only to find nothing there. Then she looked at Macy with confusion.

Macy couldn't conceal her laughter and said, "Your pride! Your pride fell all over the floor, and you're not going to pick it up before leaving?"

Sarah suddenly felt her cheeks burning hot and shot Macy an angry glare before turning away.

As she walked out of the store, she sneezed because of the temperature difference.

People around her, seeing her dressed so lightly, thought she was insane.

Who would be so shameless to wear a tank top in the middle of winter?

Sarah quickly put on her fur coat and hurriedly left.

Macy felt a wave of satisfaction in her heart.

Benoit couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth.

Queenie thought he was making fun of Sarah and asked with surprise, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm happy," Benoit raised an eyebrow.

"Happy?"

"Yes, I'm happy that I can spend money on you, Queenie," Benoit glanced at Queenie with a slight smile, "I wonder if Ms. Lorente finds this answer satisfactory?"

Queenie's cheeks turned hot, feeling a little teased by Benoit.

Who said this guy didn't know how to be in a relationship? He's actually quite good at it!

Queenie lowered her head, hiding her unusual expression, and said, "I won't bother you anymore, because we have to go back to school."

Saying that, Queenie quickly pulled Macy away.

After only taking a few steps, Queenie received a WhatsApp message from Benoit.

‘Queenie, have you decided how you want to approach our relationship? My friend has a few plans, how about you choose one?’