CHAPTER 187: CHAPTER 187: KILLING WITH KINDNESS—MRS. LANCASTER IS SUPER RICH

Damien Lancaster waited for the three little ones to get into the car, shut the door, and turned around—only to find the woman behind him had vanished.

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Ivy Summers composed herself and went to work.

In the afternoon, she didn’t need to pick up the kids, as they were going to Lancaster Manor for dinner, and Damien Lancaster would be picking them up.

After work, Ella Morgan invited Ivy Summers to go to the mall.

Ella Morgan could see that Ivy Summers had something on her mind, so she linked arms with her and asked, "Still haven’t moved on from Grandpa Lancaster’s passing?"

Ivy Summers pursed her lips, "No, it’s just that there are some things I can’t figure out."

"What can’t you figure out?"

She couldn’t figure out Damien Lancaster, nor did she know what he would ultimately do.

Ella Morgan said, "I saw news recently about Damien Lancaster and Rachel getting engaged. The old man just passed, and they’re already planning a celebration? Seems a bit rushed, doesn’t it?"

Ivy Summers sighed, "Maybe he has other plans. What did you invite me out to shop for today?"

"Just wandering around, I don’t have a job right now, so there’s nothing else to do but shop."

"Did he accept the fifteen million?"

Ella Morgan’s expression changed at this, "He didn’t take it."

She knew full well that Timothy Walsh didn’t lack that bit of money; what he really wanted was for her to go abroad.

"Speak of the devil."

Just as Ivy Summers looked up, she saw Timothy Walsh and a woman walk into a luxury women’s clothing store ahead.

Ella Morgan tightened her grip on Ivy Summers’ arm, "How unlucky."

Ella Morgan pulled Ivy Summers away.

"What a mood spoiler. I’m going to splurge on a good meal later, and you, my rich friend, are going to foot the bill," Ella Morgan huffed.

Ivy Summers smiled slightly, "Your anger proves you still care about him; you haven’t truly moved on."

Ella Morgan didn’t deny it.

"And what about you? Damien Lancaster is getting engaged—are you really indifferent?"

Ivy Summers furrowed her brows.

Indifferent?

Perhaps not.

Like that video from this morning; it left her feeling unsettled and uneasy.

Ivy Summers took a deep breath, seeing Ella Morgan’s curious gaze, she replied helplessly, "What about you? Why are you bringing me into this again?"

Ella Morgan said, "I’m just curious. Let’s interview Miss Ivy Summers—can she really remain indifferent?"

Ivy Summers became serious, "I’m not indifferent. I’ve prepared quite a gift for them! This engagement party is not going to be an ordinary one."

"What do you mean? What have you prepared?"

Ella Morgan’s curiosity piqued even more.

"You’ll see in due time."

The two chatted as they walked into a jewelry store.

Ivy Summers, somewhat disinterested, was aimlessly browsing.

At the counter, the shop assistant warmly introduced something. Ivy Summers noticed a bracelet with a unique design, "Could you take it out for me to see?"

"Ma’am, you have a great eye. This bracelet is crafted by the famous designer Cy Bell—it’s one of a kind in the whole world. Let me help you try it on."

Ivy Summers rarely buys jewelry, but this bracelet truly captivated her.

"Alright."

Just as she was about to try it on, a slender, pale hand suddenly snatched the bracelet from the shop assistant’s hand.

"This bracelet is beautiful. I’ll take it."

Ivy Summers frowned and turned around to see Rachel standing behind her, with a provocative look.

"Ivy Summers, I didn’t expect you’d be out shopping."

Ivy Summers’ expression turned cold.

The shop assistant looked apologetically at Rachel, "I’m sorry, Miss, but this lady saw it first."

"She looked, but didn’t say she’d buy it. I’ve said I’ll buy it. Are you saying you won’t sell it?"

"This..." The shop assistant looked awkwardly at Ivy Summers.

Rachel crossed her arms and glanced at Ivy Summers, "And if she really wants it, you could just get another one for her."

"I’m sorry, but this bracelet is unique—there’s only one in the world."

Hearing that it’s one of a kind, Rachel doubled down, "Then I want this one. Wrap it up for me."

The shop assistant hesitated for a moment, but Rachel, arms crossed, said, "I’m a member of your store, spending millions here every year. Look at this lady before you—has she ever shopped here? Can she afford it?"

"Exactly, she’ll soon be Mrs. Lancaster. You better not neglect her." Nina Summers walked over and stood next to Rachel.

The two women’s faces might as well have had "I’m rich, I’m arrogant" written all over them.

The shop assistant, hearing them say so, dared not delay any longer and hurried to wrap up the bracelet.

Ivy Summers’ gaze landed on Nina Summers, a chill emanating from her eyes.

The other day she had called for help and took care of Sophie, so Damien Lancaster let her go, and now she’s out flaunting herself with Rachel.

Rachel stepped forward a few paces, her gaze landing on Ivy Summers, sneering, "Ivy Summers, I know you have some money now, but that’s all Damien gave you—it’s all my money."

Ivy Summers raised an eyebrow, "You’re really confident."

Rachel Shaw lifted her chin, curled her lips into a smile, while the red marks from being sucked on her neck were faintly visible.

Rachel Shaw leaned close to Ivy Summers’ ear and whispered, "Did you watch the video I sent you? Damien was really eager last night, he even tore my clothes."

Just then, Ella Morgan came over from another area and forcefully pushed Rachel Shaw, "What are you doing? Are you so used to snatching things now, that you want to grab everything?"

Rachel Shaw looked at Ivy Summers’ displeased face and felt even prouder, "So what if I did?"

The shop assistant had already packed the bracelet and brought it over, "Miss Shaw, the bracelet you wanted is ready. Will you be paying by card?"

"Card."

Rachel Shaw took out her card from her bag.

"Wait a minute."

Ivy Summers, who hadn’t spoken until now, interjected.

Rachel Shaw chuckled lightly, "What? Do you want to fight me for it too?"

Ivy Summers took a few steps forward and glanced around, "Are you only buying one item? The future Mrs. Lancaster must be very wealthy, I thought you’d buy out the entire store."

As soon as Ivy Summers said this, Ella Morgan snickered, chiming in, "Yes, Mrs. Lancaster indeed. Who in Aethelgard is wealthier than the Lancaster Family? Mrs. Lancaster is being quite frugal."

Rachel Shaw raised her chin, "Ivy Summers, do you think I can’t afford the whole store?"

"If you can, then buy it."

Hearing someone planning to buy out the store, the onlookers’ attention turned toward them.

Ella Morgan raised her voice, "Mrs. Lancaster is going to buy out the whole store, what are you shop assistants waiting for? Pack it all up!"

The shop assistant, realizing what was happening, looked excitedly at Rachel Shaw, "Miss Shaw... oh no, Mrs. Lancaster, are you really buying it all?"

"I..." Rachel Shaw opened her mouth, noticing that everyone around was watching and gossiping.

"Buying out the store, I’ve seen people renting out restaurants, but I’ve never seen anyone buy out a jewelry store. How rich must she be?"

"Didn’t you hear? She’s the one about to marry President Lancaster. Money is the last thing she lacks. A jewelry store is nothing."

"Exactly, Mrs. Lancaster has tons of money, it’s just a shame that she bought out the store today, and we can’t buy anything."

Rachel Shaw appeared flustered. She often shopped here and knew the jewelry was expensive.

Right now, she only had ten million in her account, not enough to buy out the store.

The shop assistant asked again, "Mrs. Lancaster, are you really buying all the jewelry?"

Rachel Shaw was about to say she didn’t mean to buy out the whole store.

Beside her, Nina Summers directly said, "Of course, my sister Rachel has plenty of money. Buying out this store’s jewelry is a piece of cake for her."

This action even startled the store manager, who greeted them very eagerly, "Alright, alright, Mrs. Lancaster, we’ll pack everything for you, please have a seat and rest."

"I..." Rachel Shaw’s face changed completely, and the shop assistants, afraid she might change her mind, began packing quickly.

Rachel Shaw stood there, her face changing colors from green to purple, looking terrible.

Ivy Summers chuckled lightly, "Mrs. Lancaster, what’s with your face? Could it be you can’t afford it? Are you just putting on a show?"

Hearing Ivy Summers say this, Rachel Shaw immediately acted like a rooster in a cockfight, lifting her neck, "Damien gave me a lot of money, how could I not afford this? Are you kidding?"

Ivy Summers nodded, "Sorry, I underestimated you."

Rachel Shaw looked at Ivy Summers, appearing high and mighty, but in reality, her molars were almost grinding. While the shop assistants were still packing, she quickly went to a quiet place to make a call.

Everyone was watching her, and now that she was in the position of Mrs. Lancaster, she couldn’t let herself become a laughing stock.

Rachel Shaw called Damien Lancaster, but he didn’t answer.

Rachel Shaw could only call home.

Ten minutes later, Rachel Shaw looked more composed, returning to Ivy Summers, "Ivy Summers, I know you just want to see me make a fool of myself by spending money. Now let me show you what real capability is."

Ivy Summers nodded amiably, "I’m watching."

The shop assistant soon finished calculating the bill and respectfully approached Rachel Shaw, "Miss Shaw, here is the bill, please have a look."

Rachel Shaw glanced at it. She had mentally prepared herself but was still shocked by the amount.

Though she had enough money, it required Penelope Page to wire over the dowry meant for her.

Spending this amount meant she used up the whole dowry, leaving her penniless.

She hesitated, unable to hand over the card.

Seeing this, Ella Morgan spoke up, "Why isn’t Mrs. Lancaster paying? Can she not afford it? Everyone’s still watching."

Such a scene was unprecedented, so the crowd of onlookers only grew bigger.

Rachel Shaw, caught between a rock and a hard place, had no choice but to pay.

She took a deep breath and handed over the card, "How could I not afford it? Swipe the card."

A beep sounded.

Payment successful.

The crowd let out a "Wow."

Rachel Shaw exhaled a sigh of relief, stood up, and held her head high as she looked at Ivy Summers, feeling extremely pleased.

Ivy Summers lightly clapped her hands, "Mrs. Lancaster, you are indeed wealthy, thank you."

Rachel Shaw looked at Ivy Summers smugly, "What are you thanking me for?"

Ivy Summers, "You spent such a hefty sum in my store; of course, I should thank you."

Rachel Shaw’s face went rigid, "What? Your store?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, this store was in the asset division Damien gave me, so it’s mine now."