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Chapter 152
"Mister Kirby, I don't mean that...’ Vicky tried to explain herself.
However, Mister Kirby seemed indifferent to her attempt, and his expression hardened into apathy. "Let
me be frank with you: this shirt was given to me by someone important."
"Someone important...gave it to you?" Vicky felt like she landed herself in hot soup. It was easy to
repay or replace an item with something similar if it was damaged. However, it was hard to compensate
for something that meant a lot to someone.
Mister Kirby looked at the nicely displayed white shirts on the shelf in the store and said, "Maybe you
think money can buy everything, but to me, there are things you can’t buy even if you have a lot of
money."
Guilt gnawed at Vicky. "I'm sorry. I didn't know this shirt meant that much to you."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe looked at his shirt and thought deeply before she said, "Why don't you give your shirt to me first?
I'll sew back the button..."
She was afraid he misunderstood something and quickly said, "Since this shirt is very meaningful to
you, it won't be the first even if I buy the exact same one for you... So why don't I sew back the button
and give it back to you?"
Mister Kirby looked at her dubiously. 'You know how to sew?"
Vicky nodded.
He looked at her from top to bottom and talked with his lazy and deep voice, "Miss Shaw, I can tell you
are from a wealthy family from the way you spend your money. You don't look like you are good at
sewing. Plus..."
He smiled, yet his expression had a hint of malice. "I can forgive you because you didn't mean to pull
off the button from my shirt, but if you damage it further, I'm not going to be as nice as I am now."
Vicky was undeterred as she smiled. "I’m a fashion designer, and sewing is a piece of cake to me. You
don't have to worry about that."
Mister Kirby's eyes flashed. "A fashion designer?"
She took out a name card from her bag and handed it to him. "This is my name card."
He used his clean, slender fingers to accept the name card Vicky passed over and glanced at it. 'Vicky
Shaw, director of Shaw Atelier..."
After that, he looked at Vicky again. "Alright. I'll trust you this time."
"Let's go get a shirt that you prefer so you can take off your shirt for me. After I sew the button back, I'll
send it back to you," said Vicky. "What do you think?"
Mister Kirby agreed with her suggestion reluctantly. "Alright, then."
This time, he did not try to trouble Vicky and chose a white shirt he could accept, changing out of his
shirt afterward.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBefore he said anything, Vicky took the initiative to pay using her credit card. As such, Mister Kirby
made no remarks.
After they left the shop, Vicky said, "Mister Kirby, I'll fix your shirt as soon as possible."
He nodded. "I'm only free next weekend. Please call me ahead before you send it back."
"What's your phone number?' Vicky asked.
He looked at the number on his name card and called her.
After confirming each other's numbers, Mister Kirby left.
Vicky went home with his shirt in a bag.
Tyler only returned home when it was nearly 11 at night. He looked slightly irate and serious as if there
was an evil vibe surrounding him.
Most of the time, Tyler did not like to show his true expression to the world. Vicky hardly ever saw him
in such a state, too.
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