Page 121 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"Well, I have faith that you're going to help me, Faith." I point to a display that catches my eye. "This here. Do you think it would go with this?" I grab the garment bag, unzipping it to reveal the dress I purchased for London.

"I think that would be a fine choice," she says reluctantly.

"Be honest, Faith. I won't be upset." I try to keep my tone even but I'm not exactly great with talking to other people.

Faith walks over, tapping on the glass. "This is a great piece, it is. But I think with the necklace and fabric choice, you'd be better suited with something else…something like…" She scans the displays until she finds what she's on the hunt for. "This."

I settle my eyes upon the case, knowing damn well I made the right choice when I picked her to assist me.

There, in all its glory, is a beautiful necklace fit for a princess.

"Tell me about it," I say, not knowledgeable about jewelry at all but confident this is the one I'm going to get.

"This is the Flowerlace necklace. It is rhodium-plated 18-carat white gold with over four hundred stones, totaling overtwenty carats. With the lace and silhouettes of flowers, it combines nature and couture for a timeless look."

"I'll take it."

"Sir, I must mention that it's two hundred and twenty thousand dollars." She holds her breath like I might die at hearing the price tag.

"Yeah, that's fine. What else do you have that would go with it?" I peer into the case. "What about that ring and earrings, too? Oh wait, do you have any bracelets?"

"Yes, we do." She pulls the items out of the case for me to take a closer look at, not quite realizing that I've already decided to buy them all. "There isn't a matching bracelet for this collection, but there's one I think would go lovely with it…" Faith goes to another case, pulling out a bracelet that sparkles brighter than anything in this room. "Over thirty-six carats."

"I'll take that, too."

She clears her throat softly. "It's more expensive than the necklace."

"How much?"

"This piece is three hundred ninety-seven thousand."

"Oh. That's fine. I thought it would be more." I pull my phone out of my pocket, checking the time and notifications littering the screen."If you don't mind, I'm in rather a hurry."

"Of course, sir. I'll get those together for you. If you'll give me a moment." Faith carries everything into the back, leaving me out here alone with every camera in the building focused on me.

I'd take offense to it but I can only imagine the shit these people would be in if I robbed the place. I have no issue paying for it on my own, I'll leave my sticky fingers to the people who deserve to be taken from.

Faith returns a long moment later, a large bag in her grasp and a male sales associate on her heels. He's older, at least twiceher age, and I hate how fucking close he is to her, her body language tense like she doesn't like it either.

He sets a small device on the counter. "Good day, Mr. Sin. I expect Faith has taken great care of you?"

I step toward him and he flinches. "Do you work on commission?" I tilt my head in Faith’s direction.

"Why, yes, Mr. Sin. All sales associates at Van Cleef & Arpels do," the man confirms.

"What's your name?" I ask him.

"Ransom, sir."

"Ransom," I repeat, inching closer. "Do you know who I am?"

He nods stiffly, his entire body tense.

I keep my voice low. "Then you know what I'm capable of, right?"

He nods again.

"If Faith doesn't make her entire commission, I'm going to hunt you down for a little visit. Do you hear me?"

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