Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler
Chapter 1499

Chapter 1499

Chapter 1499

Joanne shook her head and declined when Edwin suggested taking her shopping for clothes and shoes.

"I have enough clothes and shoes to wear. There is no need to buy more."

Edwin stifled the urge to confide in her and, ignoring her protests, yanked her into the car. "Drive to the central mall," he instructed the driver. "I need to buy some clothes for my wife." Joanne bristled at Edwin's blatant disregard for her opinion.

Her eyes blazing with resentment, she glared at him.

Edwin's gaze swept over her plain jacket and dark jeans. Her clothes were too common. Pursing his lips in disapproval, he said, "Your clothes are shabby and lack style."

Joanne clenched her fists, retorting, "I didn't force you to look at me."

Edwin's voice rang out in the car. "You're my wife now. If you lose face, so do I."

Joanne bit back a retort.

"This is called frugality, and not everyone shares the values of the wealthy as you do."

"Most of the clothes in your closet are worn once or twice before being discarded. How is that any different from wastefulness?

"I'm fine the way I am. Don't hold me to the standards of a high-class celebrity. I can't do it. If it bothers you, you can just kick me out. Then everyone is happy."

Edwin's deep eyes bored into her, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper until he finally fell silent.

The atmosphere in the car grew tense as the driver sped towards their destination.

In no time at all, they arrived at the central mail's parking area.

Edwin ushered Joanne out of the car and into the hands of a clerk who selected a pile of clothes in her size as if she were a dress-up doll. It was like deja vu for Joanne. Four years ago, when she first entered the Atherton family, she had been surrounded by fancy clothes and food, luxurious cars, and villas. She had admired them for their rich lives.

But things had changed. Now she felt that blandness was the real deal.

Glory and wealth were nothing but clouds of smoke.

"Are we done? I'm going to the bathroom. You guys can pack them," Joanne said to Edwin and the clerk before heading straight to the bathroom in the corner.

Edwin watched her go, his lips pressed together.

Inside the bathroom, Joanne washed her face and seized the opportunity to call Ada, who was far away in Mourpa.

She had left in a hurry yesterday and hadn't had a chance to talk to Ada.

The phone rang for a while with no answer.

Maybe Ada was busy.

Joanne hung up in disappointment.

"Ms. Walters? Is that you?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind her. Joanne looked up through the mirror and saw a familiar face.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and her hand on the washbasin slowly clenched into a fist.

Noah!

She couldn't believe she had run into Noah here.

Before she could speak, Noah approached with a smile on her face. Her tone was calm but carried an air of superiority. "So it really is you. Hello, I'm Noah, the artist director of Eclipse Worldwide Entertainment Co. and sort of Sharon's agent. I've heard about you from Sharon, and I finally have a chance to meet you today."

Joanne exhaled deeply and turned to face Noah, but her expression was far from friendly.

"Are you done? If you have nothing else to say, please move aside and don't block the way."

Noah was taken aback.

She had introduced herself as the artist director of Eclipse Worldwide Entertainment Co. No one had ever failed to show her respect.

This woman was just as Sharon had said. Relying on her pretty face and Mr. Atherton's favor, she was arrogant to everyone.

A sneer flickered in Noah's eyes. "Judging by your attire, your family must be quite ordinary, right? Since you're an ordinary person, you should do what ordinary people do. Don't try to reach for things that are beyond your grasp. It only leads to self-destruction. Do you really think Mr.

Atherton likes you?"