Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 692

Upon hearing her voice, Emily turned around and saw a girl in a white dress storming in.

Emily had met her twice before, so she recognized her the instant she turned around. The girl was Quinn. She still remembered the scene when Quinn was angry and ran out of the Chin's Mansion last time. It was an embarrassing situation...

Emily scratched her neck and gave a wry smile.

Quinn was going upstairs to have dinner with her friends, but on the escalator, she saw Emily. She instantly got angry for remembering the fact that Simon had married.

She made a lot of effort to persuade her father to allow her to get married now and to discuss their engagement with Bellamy, who approved her to marry Simon. However, she didn't know that Simon had already secretly gotten a marriage certificate with another woman. Thinking of being rejected in public at the banquet of the Chin family that day, she still felt annoyed!

When she saw Emily appear in the menswear, she knew that Emily bought clothes for Simon.

After thinking for a while, Quinn left her friends and rushed over.

Quinn grabbed the other cuff of the shirt and said to the salesgirl, "I like this shirt. I'll pay by credit card!"

Seeing Quinn was about the same age as her cousin Selena, still a young girl, Emily said patiently, "Miss Koo, I'm sorry, but I took a fancy to this shirt first. You're late!" "Please box it up for me!" Then, she said to the salesgirl.

"No!" Hearing this, Quinn immediately shouted out as she pointed at the salesgirl and said, "Haven't you heard me? I just said that I liked this shirt! Wrap it for me now. No matter how much it is, I'll take it!" "Well..." The salesgirl hesitated.

There was only one limited-edition shirt, but two girls liked it. She really didn't know what to do.

Quinn got even angrier and began to scold her. "Don't you understand what I'm saying? Are you daft? Don't you know who I am? Don't waste my time. I want to talk to your manager and see who he sells the clothes to!"

The salesgirl immediately ran to call her manager when she heard that.

Quinn confidently said to Emily with her hands crossed, "Tell you what, I have stakes in this shopping mall. As long as I see the highest manager here, not to mention this shirt, no one can take away what I want to buy here!"

Facts proved that Quinn did not speak wildly. When the highest manager came, he asked the salesgirl to take off the shirt from the model, carefully wrapped it, and handed the receipt to her personally. When Emily saw this, she immediately went up to them angrily and said, "What's wrong with you? I came first. Why can't I get this shirt? I'll sue the sh*t out of you!"

"I'm sorry!"

The manager and the salesgirl kept repeating the same sentence, and then turned to Quinn, "Miss Koo, I have already wrapped it for you!"

Under Quinn's triumphant gaze, Emily could only walk out of the store indignantly.

"What an amazing difference between the rich and the poor!"

Emily complained in her heart. After going out of the shopping mall, she saw a men's store on the road, in which a rack of men's shirts was on the discount. She walked over angrily, took one of them, and said angrily, "I'll take this!"

After she ate a big bowl of lasagna, she felt much more comfortable.

When she came out of the restaurant, it was already dark outside. The neon lights lit up the high-rise buildings everywhere, which created an illusion of reality. Emily looked down at the shopping bag in her hand. Although she didn't get the shirt that she liked, this gift was the token of her regard.

At this time, she was very close to the private hospital, and he was on duty, so she decided to give him it now.

At night, the hospital building fell silent.

Coming out of the elevator, the nurses on duty greeted her when they saw her. "Mrs. Chin!"

"Hello, beauties!" Emily replied shyly.

One of them came out of the nurse station, drew her aside, and whispered, "Mrs. Chin, there is a young girl in Dr. Chin's office. She is very beautiful and doesn't look like a family member of any patients. She has been staying inside for fifteen minutes. You'd better have a look!"

Young girl?

Emily was stunned and pursed her lips.

She had experienced, so when she didn't stop walking until she came to Simon's office. The door was open, and the lamps inside shed soft light in the corridor.

When Emily approached, she heard a soft voice coming from inside. "Simon-"

"It can't be..."

Why was this girl everywhere?

She gave a wry smile again.

Emily stopped there and heard Quinn said in a sweet voice, "Simon!" She pressed her temple and hesitated whether to go in or not.

"Emily!"

Suddenly, Simon's deep voice came from inside.

Emily was stunned. She subconsciously took two steps forward, and then her figure was completely exposed to their sight.

She was hiding behind the door and didn't go forward just now, so he could only see her long shadow cast on the ground. She asked in surprise, "How do you know it's me?"

"Even if you turned to ashes, I would recognize you!" Simon sat on a chair with his legs crossed.

"..." What a terrible metaphor!

Seeing her standing at the door, Simon frowned. "Why don't you come in!"

Emily took a look at Quinn, who was glaring at her angrily, and walked in with a shrug.

Quinn deliberately ignored her and said, "Simon, I said that for your own good. He's your father, so you'd better apologize to him. I feel that might well mend the rift between you two. I heard from my dad that he was really angry this time!"

"Oh, I see." Simon said indifferently.

Quinn suddenly turned around and asked her, "Simon is on night shift. As his wife, how can you come to see him without taking anything?"

"Ah?" Emily looked up.

Quinn ignored her but smiled at Simon sweetly. She lowered her head and took out a lunchbox from her bag. "Simon, I've asked the chef at home to make seafood salad for you. You must be tired. Have a taste. It's nutritious!"

"Seafood salad?" Simon raised his brows.

"Yes!" Quinn's smile broadened. "It's seafood's season. The Almas caviar inside was sent here by airmail from Iran! Simon, come on!"

Simon reached out to take it and opened the lid. "It looks good."

Emily sat on a chair next to her and pursed her lips. He held the fork as if he wanted to taste it. Just as she was about to turn her face away, he handed her the lunchbox. "Mrs. Chin, have a taste!"