THE PROMISE
CHAPTER 59. MEET EMMA AGAIN

“But....”.

“Do not long. Come fast!” kenneth was impatient. He got out of the car and pulled Brandon into his car and pulled his assistant out of the car. Anastasya looked at Kenneth suspiciously.

“Why look-look? Can't someone else accompany you shopping? Does it have to be Brandon?”

“Not so...I can shop by myself. Don't need anyone else to accompany me.”

Before Anastasya could finish his sentence, Kenneth had ordered his driver to drive a car. A gust of wind blew, leaving only Anastasya and Kenneth's assistant standing beside him. Kenneth's assistant's facial features differ by 180 degrees with Kenneth's facial features. He looked friendly as if he was smiling.

“He he he Miss Anastasya, it is an honor for me to accompany you shopping. What clothes do you like? Chanels? THE LV? Gucci or Prada?”

The light of Anastasya's eyes was sharp and cold, under Anastasya's flat gaze his voice was getting smaller almost like the hum of a mosquito.

Because of feeling awkward the assistant coughed. “Sorry. I won't bother you when shopping. I'll just follow you to protect you.”

“I told you not to follow me. Go find Kenneth or go straight back to the company. I want to shop by myself.”

Anastasya's attitude was firm so inevitably the assistant left.

The mall across from the restaurant called Bright Mall is huge and spacious but today is a weekday so there are not too many people there. Customers who come on average are the wives of officials, rich people or mothers with their children.

But when he entered the mall, Anastasya felt that someone was watching him. He looked back but only saw a few mall visitors passing by. Is it just delusion?

Anastasya looked back and picked a clothing store that looked good from the outside. As soon as he entered a servant immediately greeted him. But because he only wore simple clothes so enthusiastic in the eyes of the servant immediately faded. “Please look around and do not touch any goods.” said the waiter in a flat tone.

Anastasya scrunched her forehead. “How do I know the material of his clothes without touching?”

The shopkeeper's face was pouting, “Did you not know about the Couture brand? Our clothing brands use cotton and linen, of course, the price is very expensive. Minimum price starts at five digits. If you do not feel suitable please go elsewhere.”

Couture is a clothing brand that Anastasya often wears when she lives abroad because it is comfortable to wear. And the chief designer is his own friend, because the clothes are comfortable and the designer is his own friend so he does not care much about the words of the servant who underestimates him. He continued to choose his clothes carefully.

Since he knew the brand so he didn't have to touch the material, it was enough to find a suitable model. When the shopkeeper saw Anastasya not leaving but instead chose clothes, the color of his face immediately darkened.

He often meets stubborn customers to keep his image and he really doesn't know what kind of person dares to go into a Couture clothing store with a messy appearance and canvas shoes. This guy's facial skin is really thick!

Secretly the shopkeeper mocked Anastasya in his heart. He continued to follow Anastasya from behind as if afraid that he would steal the clothes in the shop. Anastasya was quite patient and took care of her emotions.

He knew what the shopkeeper was thinking and let the waiter follow him casually. She continued to choose clothes for him. The important thing was that he wanted to buy clothes instead of the shopkeeper.

At that moment there was a sharp but familiar voice in Anastasya's ear. “Halo waitress shop are there any latest products? What clothes did I order that time have you saved?”

The shopkeeper who had been following Anastasya immediately ignored him and welcomed the friendly customers.

“OK. Hurry up I have the later afternoon drinking show with my friend.”

“Wait a minute yes, not long kok.”

Anastasya who heard their talk felt that the voice was a bit familiar to her, it seemed like she had heard that voice somewhere but she had forgotten where. Unconsciously he turned towards the voice….Anastasya saw a girl with light makeup wearing an A line model mini skirt sitting across her legs proudly holding a cup of tea and sipping it.

Some of his female friends next to him were playing the fingers of their hands and looked haughty. At first glance Anastasya recognized the girl, wasn't she Emma Claresta Jatmika who let the dog bite her? Anastasya had heard rumors among the housemaids that Emma had a marriage contract with one of the four prominent families in the city. It's better he doesn't serve people like that.

If he had not been bullied first then he would not have been looking for trouble with that person either as he was busy investigating the truth behind his mother's death. Then Anastasya turned her gaze and continued her activities of choosing clothes. Coincidentally he saw a short-sleeved blue outfit with a pretty good model. Anastasya picked it up and walked towards the cashier.

Couture brand clothes are all one size so Anastasya does not need to try them. But just taking a few steps, the shopkeeper who was taking clothes for Emma came and saw Anastasya holding the clothes and his eyes immediately glared.

“What are you doing? Steal clothes? I'm telling you yes, the store is full of cctv.” cameras said the store waiter while taking back the clothes.

Anastasya did not expect that the shopkeeper thought he was a thief, no matter how patient he was but he could not stand the attitude of the shopkeeper anymore. “I want to pay for the clothes.” said Anastasya.

The shopkeeper laughed at him because he did not believe Anastasya's words.

“You? Pay out? Can't you read the price tag? This outfit costs ninety million!”

“So you think I can't afford it?” anastasya asked with ice-cold eyes. As the maid saw Anastasya's sharp and cold eyes, her heart skipped a beat. The eyes of this woman were very cold…..

Then he looked at Anastasya closely and found that even though the girl was wearing ordinary clothes but her aura exuded an elegant nature and style. That aura was not something that just anyone could have. Don't-don't-don't he has offended a big client with a simple appearance.

The shopkeeper was momentarily afraid to speak and at that moment Emma walked over. “What is this? Where's my new product?”

The shopkeeper immediately regained his senses and explained. “No....There is only a slight misunderstanding.”

Then he turned to Anastasya and asked. “Are you really going to go pay?”

Anastasya scrunched her forehead unhappily.

“Do you think I'll steal your clothes on cctv and many of these people?”

“Hem...then please go directly to the cashier.” said the store waiter while swallowing his saliva.

“Oh turned out to be you...” Emma said suddenly.

Anastasya raised her eyes looking up, coincidentally the gazes they met. He nodded calmly and said, “Yes this is Miss Emma how are you?”