When I was little, my mom used to say: A little favor should be reciprocated with a great one... So, how should she repay these billions’ worth of rings?
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Even signing a servitude contract wouldn’t be enough to repay such a big "favor", right?
Eva Nightingale walked out of the mall.
Her mind was completely blank.
She didn’t buy any jewelry, but as she came out... Harry North was carrying numerous large bags, nearly emptying out the jewelry store.
Eva was dumbfounded at that moment, she asked Harry why he bought so much, and Harry said it was the Crown Prince’s orders.
Eva got into the car.
She looked at the large diamond ring in her hand.
She searched through her memories but couldn’t think of anyone who would give her such a ring. It definitely wasn’t her ex-fiancé Benjamin Grant, and now the only person around her who could be so extravagant with gifts was Lucas Knight.
Immensely wealthy and extravagantly generous.
Eva sat in the back seat of the car, looked at Harry, and asked, "Assistant North, is your young master always this capricious?" Eva suddenly remembered what Harry said a few days ago, saying... Love is: loving, and in the process, causing a lot of commotion.
So can it be interpreted the other way around?
Causing commotion, causing it, causing it, and somehow it becomes love?
So, back then, when she was with that President in the elevator, "Woman, five bucks for once"—just because of that sentence it caused a commotion... In the end, it spiraled out of control.
Now, he even gifted her a Black Gold Diamond Card, told her to use it as she pleased, and ordered his staff to nearly empty out that jewelry store just now.
Having caused so much commotion now...
Is it that causing it, causing it, somehow it turns into love?
She doesn’t want that; she just wants to be alone. She only feels somewhat resistant in her heart, like an instinctive rejection after being hurt.
Harry focused on driving and said, "Miss, our Crown Prince has never given gifts to women before, nor has he spent money on other women."
It’s only been Miss Eva Nightingale.
Such an unparalleled indulgence.
Truly unmatched by anyone.
"Cough... alright, alright." She seemed a bit overwhelmed by the attention.
Then Harry added, "Miss, the Crown Prince genuinely cares for you, you don’t have to be so afraid of him. Even if he gets very angry and has a bad temper, he would never take it out on you."
And then. Harry focused on driving, not daring to speak to Miss Eva Nightingale again. Don’t ask him why, just a few more words, and he’d have to face family discipline upon returning.
If the master got angry, it wouldn’t matter if it was Harry or anyone else, he’d be dragged out for a beating.
Thinking about it made Harry shiver and feel a chill down his spine: Crown Prince, I dare not get so close with the Crown Princess Consort ever again.
Returning to Villa No. 8.
Eva got out of the car.
She saw Harry and a few bodyguards carrying several large bags into the villa.
Harry said, "Miss, I’ll pick you up tonight to dine at the Nightfall Palace."
"No need, no need." How could she be so shameless to go every day? Besides, she’s a bit tired now and wants to go back and take a nap, rest a bit.
"Harry, thanks for your trouble." Her face flushed a bit, "And also... also please give my regards to the Crown Prince for me."
"Got it." Harry then got into the car and drove away, thinking to himself, hmm, I won’t get a beating when I get back, because Miss Eva Nightingale seems to be in a pretty good mood.