Billionaire Daddy, GO, GO, GO!

Chapter 61 A Noble Boy

Puzzled as the other assistant was, she took out the most expensive suits in the shop and placed all of Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

them in front of Benjamin.

While Benjamin was focusing on picking suits, the assistant pulled the other assistant, who was behind

Benjamin, to her.

"What are you doing! What kind of business can you do with a child!"

"You have no idea! He has a diamond card!"

"Look at the clothes he wears. They are worth no more than 200! How can he own a diamond card! I

guess he is not born in a wealthy family! That diamond card may be fake or stolen! Anyway, it can't

belong to this child!"

"...Your words make sense!"

"Well! It truly makes sense, okay! Quickly find an excuse to send him away!"

The assistant smiled and walked to Benjamin, "Kid, do you think there is no suit suitable for you? How

about going to another place to find one?"

Benjamin glanced at the assistant arbitrarily, then took away a suit which was white inside, "No, I have

found a suit that suits me."

He handed the suit to the assistant, "Check out and I am going to put it on now."

The assistant looked at Benjamin with embarrassment, "Kid, you can't deceive people here with the

thing you picked up. Otherwise, I will call the police."

Benjamin's expression suddenly became serious. He walked straight to the point-of-sale machine,

inserted the diamond card into it, and quickly entered a series of passwords before taking the card

back.

After a while, a consumption bill was slowly displayed on the point-of-sale machine.

Benjamin tore off the consumption bill, quickly signed his name on it, and then handed it to the

assistant.

"My name is Benjamin, and this card is mine. I entered the amount according to the price tag on the

suit. Check it as you like. And if it is correct, I'm going to change clothes in the changing room. Where

is it?"

The assistant looked at the bill in front of her in shock, and then pointed to the small room dumbly, "The

changing room is there."

Benjamin walked into the changing room with his suit.

The two assistants standing outside were still in surprise, looking at each other, and then at the

consumption bill in the hand.

Did that card really belong to this kid?

It seemed that this kid was really from a rich family, right? How could a kid be given a card with such a

large amount money, but wear in such an ordinary way?

They really didn't understand what the rich had in their minds.

The assistant shook her head, and then stood at the door of the changing room with a hospitable face

and smiled, "Kid, do you know how to wear a suit? Or let me come in and help you with it?"

Just as she finished her words, the door of the changing room gently opened.

The assistant smiled and was about to step forward, with her foot stepping out.

At this time, a little kid in a decent suit and leather shoes walked out of the changing room.

Benjamin walked out of the changing room with a calm expression. The neat and handsome suit

seemed to be tailored specifically for him, not only fitting, but also exuding his decency and gentleness.

He looked just like a noble boy.

He stood in front of the mirror and simply tidied up his tie, and then took his little bag and left the shop

without looking back.

The assistant standing at the door of the changing room took some time to slowly retract her foot, her

face full of embarrassment.

At the same time, she also felt very surprised. How could a kid in his age dress well and help himself

with a suit!

This kid was really extraordinary!

Benjamin walked out of the shop in a slow pace, went straight into the passenger seat, and cleverly

fastened the seat belt before handing the mobile phone to the driver.

"Go to this place."

The driver glanced at Benjamin's mobile phone, and then nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I see. Isn't there a

dance party now? Do you have an invitation letter? If you don't, you may not be able to get in."

Benjamin took five hundred out of his bag and threw them on the driver's lap, "You don't need to worry

about whether I can get in or not. What you need to do is send me there. Everything's clear?"

The driver smiled and collected the money, "Yes, yes! I'll take you there as soon as I can!"

Benjamin was sitting in the car, his bright eyes gradually narrowed.

Mommy, wait for me!

Patricia, who was sitting in the car, looked at the phone from time to time, as if she was in a great

anxiety.

"President Crawford, how long will we get to the party?"

Matthew smiled at Patricia, "Are you in a hurry?"

Patricia nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I'm truly in a hurry!"

The lengthened Lincoln gradually stopped and the car door opened in the next second. Marilyn

instantly appeared in front of Patricia and Matthew.

Without waiting for Patricia to react, Matthew got off the Lincoln.

Marilyn quickly got into the car and put down the two big boxes she was holding in her arms.

She unhurriedly opened the big box underneath, took out the evening dress and high-heeled shoes

inside, and put them in Patricia's hands.

"Hurry up and put on this evening dress and high-heeled shoes."

Patricia glanced around, "Marilyn, are you talking to me?"

Marilyn looked at Patricia, with a sign of helplessness on her face, "Is anyone else here?"

Patricia shook her head gently, "No. So you prepared this evening dress and high-heeled shoes for

me?"

Marilyn nodded, "Yes, put them on and don't waste time."

Hearing Marilyn's extremely serious words, Patricia had no time to think about other things, and she

quickly put them on.

Patricia, who had just put on her dress and even had no time to speak, was pressed by Marilyn to sit

on the seat, in front of her was a table filled with all kinds of cosmetics.

Marilyn applied the cosmetics on Patricia's face one by one. She applied them so fast that Patricia

even couldn't have time to realize what she was applying at all.

Within ten minutes, Marilyn gradually slowed down.

She put down the cosmetics in her hand, and then put away the cosmetics.

After simply combing Patricia's curly hair, she nodded in satisfaction, "Done."

Patricia slowly opened her eyes and tilted her head with a puzzled look, "Marilyn, to be honest, am I

like a ghost now?"

As Patricia finished her words, Marilyn's smile gradually disappeared. "Patricia, are you questioning my

makeup skills? Anyway, you need to know that I have had makeup for nearly a decade."

Patricia shook her head repeatedly, "No, but Marilyn, you usually have light makeup in the company.

Why do you put on such a delicate makeup today?"

Marilyn's face instantly blushed.

She snorted coldly, "Do I need to report to you in advance? Get out of the car. The president is still

waiting for you outside the car."

Patricia nodded slightly, her hand lifting her long skirt, and stretched her legs, which were in crystal

high-heeled shoes, slowly out of the car...