Larissa thought that the ordeal was over. Alas, when they walked out of that store, Lewis turned around and entered another store.

The whole process was repeated.

Larissa lost count of how many times she was bombarded by eager shop assistants. When Lewis finally said that they could go home, he was weighed down by many paper bags.

Larissa had no energy to even respond to him.

Shopping was torturous!

"I was mistaken. I used to complain that the staff here gave me the cold shoulder. Now, I wish that they would ignore my existence," Larissa said.

The shop assistants were hankering to serve her. She couldn't handle their enthusiasm.

"Ms. Seymour, you are now a VIP customer here. None of the shop assistants would dare give you the cold shoulder now." Lewis gave her a wry smile. He gestured to the shopping bags in his hands.

Larissa sighed. "In your opinion, is this one of the troubles that comes with being rich?"

"Are you already troubled by this?" Lewis found it funny, but after