1006 No Man Is Able To Resist My Charms

Camilla was very pleased with the assistants' expressions. Since she was a countess, she definitely had money. She had inherited her dead fiance's fortune as there was nobody in his family left to do so.

She could be considered as the richest vampire in the tribe except for a few old fogies.

Money could really enable her to do as she pleased.

Her gaze swept over the few pieces of clothes on the racks. She was surprised to realize that some of these clothes were actually quite nice, especially that long coat. It had already attracted her attention when it was just simply hanging there. She began to imagine how beautiful she would look wearing that.

"Double the price?" Gloria, who was checking the accounts in her office, was shocked. She put down the bills and started to proceed out.

"Countess Bartoli?" Gloria was a little taken aback to see Camilla who was standing in front of a black trench coat. She had quite a deep impression of this vampire countess. Although her behavior was a little weird, she was indeed quite high-ranking in the vampire tribe.

Although she was surprised that Camilla wanted to buy all the clothes, Gloria quickly regained her composure. She went up with a smile. "How do you do, Countess."

"How do you do, Miss Gloria." Camilla turned around with a smile and said to Gloria, "You still look so beautiful as usual."

Gloria was a little stunned before she smilingly replied, "Your beauty remains the same as before too, Countess."

"Oh, yes? I thought I had started to look haggard because I missed you." Camilla sighed with a hint of sadness.

"Huh?" Gloria was stunned again. She gazed at Camilla with a weird expression before she quickly continued, "I heard from the assistant that you would like to buy all the clothes in the stores and those scheduled for next month, Countess?"

"Yes." Camilla nodded with a smile. As she looked into Gloria's eyes, she lovingly said, "I want all the clothes that Miss Gloria made, regardless of how many there are."

Camilla's gaze made Gloria feel really uncomfortable. She shook her head, and said, "I beg your pardon, Countess. All these clothes are reserved."

"I will pay you double the price." Camilla's tone was very insistent.

"I'm sorry, Countess. We at Blue Suede pride ourselves on our integrity. The clothes that are reserved by our customers will definitely be delivered to them. This will not change because other customers decide to pay us more."

Camilla's brows furrowed slightly as she gazed into Gloria's determined eyes. The plot's progression didn't go according to her expectations. Shouldn't Miss Gloria be looking at her lovingly and give her her heart and all the clothes ecstatically now?

A tinge of nervousness began to appear in Gloria's face. Even her voice started to tremble. "You… You fell in love with Mr Mag too?!"

"Yes, I have fallen in love…" Camilla continued naturally before she paused and stared at Gloria with her eyes wide open. "Huh?! Who did you say it was? Mr Mag?! Didn't you design these clothes?"

"I didn't design these clothes." Gloria shook her head and began to look at Gloria warily. Perhaps the countess had also fallen in love with Mr Mag? What was she doing here today? Did she come to find trouble?

However, Mr Mag was so outstanding that it was normal people would like him. She began to feel slightly depressed when she thought of that. It felt like others had discovered her precious belonging.

Damn! Why does that chap have to appear everywhere! Furthermore, she said "too"? It seems to mean something? There was confusion in Camilla's heart. The lines she had prepared in advance were stuck in her throat. She couldn't continue, and started to feel frustrated.

Never mind that she had failed to grasp Miss Gloria's stomach. That chap was even involved with the most important aspect of a woman's life, clothing! Furthermore, he had done so well. It was intolerable that he didn't give others a chance at all!

"If the Countess likes this piece of clothes, you can place a reservation with the store. However, according to the orders sequence, you may have to wait till next month before you can receive it," Gloria said cautiously. Although Countess Bartoli had her reputation, this was Chaos City, after all. As the heir presumptive of the Moreton Family, she couldn't actually do anything to her, so she wasn't really afraid.

"Then, I shall reserve one piece," Camilla said with complicated feelings. She had come to showcase her dominant queen's presence, yet she had failed spectacularly. She only wanted to find a place to calm herself down now so she wouldn't go back to murder that chap.

"Please register for the Countess," Gloria indicated to a store assistant at the side.

Camilla started to regret her words immediately after she said them. She thought, No way. This piece of clothes is designed by that chap. Doesn't it mean I acknowledge him if I buy it? Then I will be inferior to him in front of Miss Gloria. This shan't be allowed to happen!

"What color do you prefer your trench coat to be, Countess?" the assistant asked smilingly.

"Black! Just like this design. It's so pretty."

…

10 minutes later, Camilla walked out of Blue Suede with a complicated expression. She had a stack of receipts in her hands.

"He grasped the women's stomachs, and now he grasped the women's clothing. That chap is definitely a formidable opponent," Camilla mumbled to herself as she held onto the receipts.

"Miss Gloria's eyes are already blinded by him. She is already deeply entrenched in his trap and unable to extricate herself. Since this is the case, I have no other choice but to let him reveal his animal nature to Miss Gloria. This is the only way to wake her up and let her realize who is truly worthy of her."

"Madam, what do you plan to do now?"

"Plan C. I'll sacrifice myself in order to make that animal reveal his true colors."

Camilla's expression began to look seductive. Her pink tongue glided across her sexy red lips lightly. "In this world, no man is able to resist my charms."

"Wouldn't you end up trapping yourself instead?"

"Shut up!"