THE ROOMMATE TO SOULMATE
Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"You, Becca and Sammy are victims of all your parents' problems. After all, they are your brothers even though your mother is different. Please stop this, Lavia. Really, there's nothing you're gonna get by taking out Sammy and Becca. Think long and smart, Lavia. You are grandfather's grandson. So forget it all and be happy with your own life. Don't look back and walk forward" Fred said.

Lavia hung up her phone unilaterally. He did not want to listen to the continuation of the words of the uncle who thought it was true, but Lavia still tried to deny it.

Lavia sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her face in the mirror that was right in front of her.

"Happy? For years I've never been happy because you're the one who wasted me. Only grandfather cares about me and now you take my grandfather too" Lavia murmured.

A few minutes later, Lavia moved on and finally got out of the apartment.

Rocco's driver was waiting for him in front of the lobby. He immediately went to the place where the boutique he was referring to was located.

On the way, Lavia searches for information about Robert's family according to Fred's advice.

Lavia was quite surprised that she lived with one of the heirs of one of the families with almost countless wealth.

"Should I use him?" lavia murmured in a whisper so that the driver would not hear her.

"No no no ... I don't think it's gonna be that easy to use him. She must be used to being surrounded by beautiful women, right?" mumbled Lavia once again.

After twenty minutes of travel, Lavia arrived at the boutique.

"Somehow will I do," Lavia murmured softly and walked into a boutique selling branded goods.

Lavia rarely went shopping because she never lived a lot of money even though her grandfather always sent her a lot of money every month.

He also just used branded goods when yesterday visited England because he wanted to show his father's extended family that he was not a wasted gem.

Lavia went into the boutique and no boutique clerk welcomed her because she was dressed modestly and seemed cheap.

Then Lavia chose her own clothes that she thought were suitable for use in Rocco company.

"There's a shitty woman in her company, isn't there? I'll make you hot until your brain is educated, Biitchh," muttered Lavia while picking a dress when thinking about Maryla.

Lavia had already picked up five clothes and it made her hands full of clothes.

"You get paid to work, right?" lavia said to the staff at the boutique.

The boutique waitress looked flat at Lavia and approached her.

"Bring this up and put it on the cashier's desk. I still want to choose again," said Lavia firmly and the woman can only obey because her position is as a saleswoman who must serve customers.

After being satisfied to choose and take 12 pieces of clothing, Lavia went to the cashier to pay.

"You didn't try it first, miss? Because this shirt can not be exchanged or returned again after being paid," said the cashier.

"No need," Lavia replied and took out the card that Rocco had given her.

The boutique manager next to the cashier looked at the black card.

Then the woman looked at the computer with the name of the card's owner.

"You're a relative of Mr Robert?" ask the manager.

"Yes" Lavia replied briefly because she did not want to stay there for too long.

Then the manager seemed to call someone to confirm something.

Lavia knows what the manager will do. The manager must not have believed that Lavia was a relative of Robert's family.

Lavia was upset that the payment was not immediately made by the cashier because she was waiting for the manager's order.

"Can soon? I don't like to wait too long" Lavia said.

"Sorry, Miss. We have to wait for confirmation about your card" replied the cashier.

His bad mood became worse because of this.

Then Lavia took out her card which was also black.

"Where's that card?" ask Lavia.

The cashier who looked gawking gave Rocco's card to Lavia again.

"That's my card. Do you need my ID card, too?" lavia asked because the cashier still saw the card.

"Yes, we need it" said the manager, who walked up to the cashier's desk again after seeing Lavia hand him another card.

Then Lavia took out her identity card and the cashier checked it.

The cashier looked towards Lavia and Lavia knew what the woman was looking for.

Lavia opened her glasses and untied her beautiful hair.

"It's the same as the photo on the card, right?" lavia smiled smirk.

The cashier nodded and immediately processed the payment.

The pretentious manager seemed to still be looking towards Lavia.

After paying for her groceries, Lavia took her groceries.

"This is the first and last time I'm here. I could've bought this shop and fired you. But I still have pity on you who only see the appearance of someone from the outside. I'll remember this shop and I'll make sure all Robert's family never come here" Lavia said with a cold face.

He said it was because he was really upset with the boutique service which he thought was very bad.

"B-look, Miss. We are just vigilant because there are now many cases of fraud and credit card theft" said the manager panicked while chasing Lavia.

"You guys haven't welcomed me very well since the beginning I got into this boutique" Lavia replied and immediately got into the car.

The manager called Lavia to apologize when Lavia was already sitting in the car.

"Take me to the nearest salon from here, Uncle," Lavia told the driver.

"Alright, Miss," take the middle-aged man.

The car also left the boutique. Lavia smiled as she saw the boutique manager still on the sidewalk.

"You're trying to underestimate me. That was the result," Lavia murmured in a whisper.

Just ten minutes away, Lavia arrived at the salon. And he hopes the salon's service isn't as bad as the boutique.

Lavia entered the salon and was greeted by friendly-looking staff.

"What kind of treatment do you want, miss?" ask the salon manager.

"Everything" Lavia replied briefly.

That made the manager smile.

"I want to pay first" Lavia said.

"Alright, Miss," replied the manager and received the card given by Lavia.

After making the payment, the salon manager immediately accompanied Lavia to the treatment room which was quite luxurious.

"thank you. Your service is very good. I think I'll feel at home for a long period of treatment here," Lavia smiled.

"Thank you, Miss. Good service is our main motto. May you enjoy our treatment" said the manager, whose smile had not disappeared since Lavia entered the venue.