chapter 35 Bad things spread thousands of miles

Maxwell, originally accustomed to dressing modestly in line with the village customs, now felt that with the passage of time, he should consider changing his style. To revive the Xelooe Palace, the master of the palace must have his demeanor, So, facing Victor's request, Maxwell just made a sound of acknowledgement, which could be considered approval. Abigail frowned slightly but nodded, not objecting. After dinner, urged by Victor, the two of them left in a somewhat formal manner. Abigail drove to the city center and handed Maxwell a card and said, "There should be seventy to eighty thousand here. Buy some decent clothes, watches, phones, and such in the mall. Look around and buy, remember, buy in the mall, don't go to the wholesale market for cheap knockoffs! I'll come back to pick you up in the afternoon." Just as she finished speaking, a flamboyantly dressed woman approached. "Haha! Abigail, you're finally here!" "Oh...who is this person?" "I heard a country bumpkin is pestering you, could it be him?" Maxwell furrowed his brow, asking, "Who's this silly woman popping out of nowhere?" "Maxwell! Watch your language!" Abigail frowned and added, "This is my college classmate, Stella Ledford." She was a bit annoyed as well; it was unbelievable how news about her and Maxwell had spread to their circle of classmates. "So, your name is Maxwell!" Stella sneered, "Let me tell you, stop bothering Abigail. She was the campus belle for four consecutive years in college, pursued by wealthy young masters who could go around the city. She's not someone like you, a country bumpkin, can catch!" Maxwell inwardly shook his head. Abigail's acquaintances were quite something! Their quality was too low! Abigail also sighed inwardly and said to Maxwell, "I have a classmate gathering. I'll pick you up later in the afternoon." "A classmate gathering, do you need me to be a chaperone?" "No need, they're just classmates, no bad people." With that, Abigail and Stella walked away together. After a few steps, Stella whispered, "Abigail, the country bumpkin is following us." Abigail turned to look, and indeed, Maxwell was not far behind. She couldn't help but frown, "Stop following me!" Maxwell shrugged, "I'm going to the phone shop over there." "Okay..." Abigail said with a stern face, "I hope you keep your word!" "Don't worry, I'm not a stalker, not following you." Maxwell smiled and walked straight to the phone shop, surpassing the two of them. Maxwell had completely given up on this marriage. Under the pressure of his master, burdened with the task of revitalizing the Xelooe Palace, and having accidentally slept with Abigail, everything was just too chaotic! He was now going with the flow, doing as he pleased. At the phone shop, Maxwell chose the latest foldable screen phone. When it came time to pay, he hesitated for a moment but still took out the card Abigail had given him. Although he had the Xelooe Palace as a backup and was no longer worried about money, not using the card would be a bit disrespectful to his wife's intentions. In the branded clothing section of the shopping center, Maxwell couldn't help but click his tongue. The skirts worn by the saleswomen here were so short! With legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, were they selling clothes or flesh? He looked left and right, appearing like a country bumpkin in the city, unaware of how many disdainful and mocking glances he attracted. ... Maxwell approached a saleswoman with the longest legs and reached out to take a garment from the rack. "Stop! If you're not buying, please don't touch!" The female saleswoman, with an air of disdain, walked over, looking at Maxwell arrogantly. Maxwell furrowed his brow. Damn, another snobbish one! The saleswoman crossed her arms and looked at Maxwell with disdain, saying, "The clothes here are all from world-renowned brands, each piece costing tens of thousands. Not for someone like you from the countryside..." Before she could finish her sentence, a middle-aged man rushed over and slapped her. Smack! A bright red mark instantly appeared on the saleswoman's face. She looked bewildered, and upon seeing who it was, she became even more flustered. "Mr. Carlyle...why did you hit me?" Smack! The man slapped her again, angrily saying, "How dare you speak to Mr. Clarkson like that? Wait for me, I'll deal with you later!" The man was Blake, whom Maxwell had encountered at the Blonydens No.1 Courtyard. Blake had concluded that Maxwell was definitely not ordinary; someone who could make Nora personally welcome him couldn't be just anyone. The saleswoman was Blake's lover in private. He had come to have some private time with her today but coincidentally saw Maxwell. Blake smiled ingratiatingly, "Mr. Clarkson, we've met before, at the entrance of Blonydens No.1 Courtyard. Do you remember?" Maxwell nodded, "It's you! Your son is Levi Carlyle, right?" "Yes, yes!" Blake was all smiles, answering, "I'm Levi's father. By the way, are you here to buy clothes?" "Yeah!" "Haha, what a coincidence! This mall belongs to our Blake Group. Whatever you like, just pick it!" The saleswoman was dumbfounded by what she was witnessing. The person she had just mocked turned out to be someone Blake was eager to please! She felt like she could see herself getting fired in a flash. Although she was one of Blake's lovers, she was just one of many. If Blake was unhappy, firing her would be a matter of minutes. "Are you stupid? Do you not want to work here anymore?" Blake pointed at the saleswoman, "Hurry up and bring over the clothes for Mr. Clarkson! Useless thing!" The saleswoman trembled and quickly took down the clothes Maxwell was looking at, along with several others nearby, and handed them to him. Maxwell tried them on, picked out two, and said, "I'll take these. Where do I pay?" Blake shook his head, "It's my pleasure for Mr. Clarkson to shop here! How can I let you pay? Stop hitting my face like that!" Maxwell couldn't help but feel puzzled. Why was Blake being so generous? What was he up to? Oh! He was grateful to Maxwell! His son, Levi, must have been diagnosed with cancer. He didn't know if it was lymphoma or liver cancer. But it was still in the early-stage, it could be treated. Maxwell reminded him before it worsened, so it was like Maxwell saved his life. Hence, Maxwell could take things from Blake without guilt. Thus, Maxwell stopped insisting and took the clothes, planning to look at other shops. "Mr. Clarkson, let me accompany you!" Blake said as he dragged the saleswoman along, "Are you blind? Quickly take Mr. Clarkson's bag! Worthless thing!" Although scolded, the saleswoman felt relieved. It seemed that Blake wouldn't fire her. She quickly followed, respectfully taking the shopping bag from Maxwell's hand. With a sweet smile, albeit with two palm prints on her face, she looked a bit ridiculous. Blake had made his fortune in the clothing business and had a keen eye. With him leading the way, Maxwell quickly bought seven or eight outfits, all top brands and perfectly suited to his physique. Along with the clothes, he also bought two pairs of shoes, two belts, and a watch worth over five thousand dollars. In addition to the outfits, he also received five or six business cards discreetly slipped in by female salespersons, though Maxwell didn't notice them yet. "Blake, thanks for your help today!" Maxwell patted him on the shoulder, "I have some other business to attend to. I'll leave the clothes here and come back for them later." "Sure!" Blake looked at Maxwell, hesitatingly saying, "Mr. Clarkson, I have an awkward request, I hope you can help me."