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Too bad you’ll never experience the pleasure that comes with it.” Oriana smirked and walked out of the boutique with North.
North was awed by Oriana’s savageness.
“Girl, you’re too bad! You didn’t tell Pamela about your relationship with Deacon, that’s perfect.
She’ll be left guessing.
The thoughts of not being able to wrap her hands around something will definitely drive her crazy.”
Oriana thought same.
She knew Pamela too well.
Her psychology was twisted, that she continuously craved for attention and fame.
If Oriana was able to rob her of everything she had, and beat her at her own game, Pamela was bound to go bunkers.
“North, where are we going now? We’ve already bought a lot of things.” Oriana nagged.
North snorted,
“Mr. Armstead must have received the debit alert by now.”
Oriana felt embarrassed.
When she had used the card, her heart pounded faster.
Now thinking of it, she was certain that she did make an unnecessary purchase.
“What would Deacon think?” Oriana muntered under her breathe.
North pulled her by the arm and said,
“Oriana, a woman who knows how to spend will make a man love her the more.
What’s Mr. Armstead afraid of? A few hundred thousand? Nay, he’s way above that.”
Oriana could not refute.
North took Oriana to a nail saloon in the mall.
“Let’s get a manicure.”
Oriana had never had a manicure.
She had been studying medicine and only knew how to make drugs.
She didn’t have the time to dress up..
The manicure lady asked.
“Pretty girls, what kind of manicure do you want to have? Do you need a recommendation?”
North shook her head.
“No, thank you miss.
But we’ll make the choice ourselves.”
North was an aesthetic fashionista.
With her around, they wouldn’t be needing another recommendation.
“Oriana, what do you like?”
Oriana flipped through the nail art book, she was dazzled by the colors in it.
North pointed to a color.
“How about this?” Noth was referring to the pink beautiful color.
The manicure lady didn’t hesitate to praise the color.
“Pink is a spring of colours.
It’s very suitable for young girls.”
Oriana was young enough.
North blinked and added in a low voice,
“Men will definitely like it.” North’s meaning was obvious.
Deacon was a man.
“Uhm, which color are you going for?” Oriana swiftly changed the topic.
North flipped through the art book.
“I’m searching for a color that my boss will like.”
As her bestfriend, Oriana knew that North was referring to Raven.
Two years ago, after her eighteenth birthday, North had moved out of the Domino family house.
She left LA and proceeded to the entertainment industry.
The entertainment industry was a double edge sword.
One could make fame from it, and another could be scammed by big capitalist.
Behind North was Raven.
Raven had arranged for a good producer and manager for her.
Oriana leaned forward and said to North.
“Raven seems very cold.
He looks even more tough than Deacon.”
Without raising her head, North replied.
“You’ve been deceived by his appearance.
He’s very kind and less arrogant than Mr.Armstead.” North pointed to a color.
“This ma’am, I’ll go for this.”
Oriana lowered her eyes and saw that North had chosen red.
The color did look a little coquettish.
The lady had finished with Oriana.
The other worker was now attending to North.
Oriana stood up and walked to the balcony with bare foot.
She sighted a tall figure at the door.
Raven walked in.
“Mr. Raven, you’re here.” Oriana said with a smile.
Raven glanced at the nail salon and inquired,
“Where’s North?”
“She’s in, having her pedicure.
She’ll be done soon.”
Oriana pushed the nail art hook to Raven and asked,
“Mr. Raven, which color do you think looks better?”
Oriana took out the black and gold card that Deacon had given her.
Everyone was familiar with this kind of cards.
It was a symbol of wealth and affluence.
The cashier quickly accepted the card and said enthusiastically,
“Sure Miss.”
Oriana settled the bill in few seconds.
Gwen’s lips were thrown apart in disbelief.
“How could that bastard of a girl have such a card? Besides, didn’t I just see the word
“Armstead” on it?“.
Gwen didn’t know much about Deacon, because Deacon wasn’t familiar with her.
However, in LA, when one heard of the name “Armstead” one would instantly think of Deacon Armstead.
Pamela who had tried all she could to maintain her eloquence, couldn’t contend it any further, as an obvious irritable crack had appeared on her face.
She was convinced that the owner of the card must be Deacon Armstead.
How could Oriana have Deacon’s card? Oriana had settled the bill and had walked towards Pamela.
She tugged the bags properly, as they were slightly heavy.
Oriana stopped beside Pamela and smiled softly.
“What would you call this?”
Pamela’s face had become gloomy.
“You know Deacon Armstead? What’s your relationship with Deacon Armstead?”
“Pamela, you aren’t that dumb.
Guess for yourself.
A man hands over his card to a woman, what would you think their relationship would be?”
Pamela’s eyes conveyed the exact resentment as Monica.
She abhorred Oriana and North.
This hate generated right from childhood.
Back then, Oriana and North were always the focus of attention wherever they went.
While Pamela most times was invisible.
“Do you regret your actions? Pamela, why were you so stupid to have demanded for a million dollar, when you could have requested for his card.
Too bad you’ll never experience the pleasure that comes with it.” Oriana smirked and walked out of the boutique with North.
North was awed by Oriana’s savageness.
“Girl, you’re too bad! You didn’t tell Pamela about your relationship with Deacon, that’s perfect.
She’ll be left guessing.
The thoughts of not being able to wrap her hands around something will definitely drive her crazy.”
Oriana thought same.
She knew Pamela too well.
Her psychology was twisted, that she continuously craved for attention and fame.
If Oriana was able to rob her of everything she had, and beat her at her own game, Pamela was bound to go bunkers.
“North, where are we going now? We’ve already bought a lot of things.” Oriana nagged.
North snorted,
“Mr. Armstead must have received the debit alert by now.”
Oriana felt embarrassed.
When she had used the card, her heart pounded faster.
Now thinking of it, she was certain that she did make an unnecessary purchase.
“What would Deacon think?” Oriana muntered under her breathe.
North pulled her by the arm and said,
“Oriana, a woman who knows how to spend will make a man love her the more.
What’s Mr. Armstead afraid of? A few hundred thousand? Nay, he’s way above that.”
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