Female Novel
Chapter 814
The Champs Elysees Avenue was a place where the world's designer jewelries were concentrated and
was women's favorite place. Even though the two women weren't in a good relationship, they were in a
good mood when seeing so many beautiful goods, including expensive bags and sparkling jewelry.
Because of Patrick, Christina had developed a bad habit that she didn't look at the price when she
bought things.
She wanted everything.
Linda stood aside silently. She was shocked when seeing Christina squander money.
At the same time, she despised Christina for being materialistic.
They went to several stores and all staff regarded Christina as a rich woman, revolving around her.
Perhaps out of jealousy, when Christina chose 12 designer bags and was about to pay the bill, Linda
told her that there was a limit on the credit card every day.
Linda walked behind Christina, swiping the credit card and filling the delivery address.
"What do you mean?"
Christina had married into the Hopkins family for a long time and she had never thought that she would
be short of money.
Linda said in a didactic tone, "You can choose one from the three bags of the same style."
"But it is hard for me to make a choice."
Christina suddenly understood that Linda implicated that she had spent too much money. Because
Patrick's card wouldn't have a limit.
Christina didn't expose her but took out a savings card and threw it on the table, "I can pay for them
myself. Do you think I have no money?"
She just wanted to show off, but she overdid it.
The salesclerk told her that the card didn't have enough balance.
"How is that possible!"
"Can I use Visa? Don't look down on us. There are billions of dollars in my card."
Christina really didn't pretend, because this card was not hers, but Derek's.
"Miss, I'm very sorry. How about you use another card?"
Linda did not expect Christina to ask for an insult. She gloated and waited to see Christina have an egg
on her face.
Unexpectedly, Christina suddenly lost her temper.
She grabbed her phone and rushed out of the store. She called her brother irritably, "Rafael, you
bastard. Where is the money?"
"What! You invested it into the stocks... You had lost it all?"
"You're such a spendthrift. You spent all of Derek's money! Go to hell. I won't let you go after I go back!"
Linda thought to herself that the man on the phone was like Christina. Both of them were spendthrifts.
The pot called the kettle black.
"Miss, do you want to buy the 12 bags?" The salesclerks asked gently.
Christina was in a fit of anger, "No."
She was annoyed to have difficulty choosing but she was more annoyed to think of her bastard brother.
Linda was eager to see Christina make a spectacle of herself when she had no money to pay.
However, Christina didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, she was arrogant, "How about we go to have
dinner now? How about we eat street food? Does Patrick's money have anything to do with you? Why
do you care about his money so much? Since he has made so much money, it should be spent.
Otherwise, there won't be circulation of money in the market, hmph!"
They went to an open-air coffee shop. They had intended to eat street food, but the prices here were
not low.
"Why am I so poor?"
Christina rummaged through her bag. There were only lipstick, perfume and 500 euros in cash. She
had planned to use the 500 euros as tips.
The watches and jewelries that she had just bought on Champs Elysees Avenue were all sent to the
hotel. If she had one at hand, she would not hesitate to use it to pay for the meal.
"Miss, may I take your order?"
Christina was very sad. She forgot that she was abroad and spoke in her native language directly, "It
depends on you. I only have 500 euros and your tip is included in it. I have no money."
"Actually, you can have a good meal in France with 500 euros."
The waitress was amused by Christina and replied in the same language.
Christina raised her head and was about to say something when she suddenly felt that the waitress
looked a little familiar.
"... Miss, this is our menu. You can order whatever you want. You can eat first and pay later. You don't
have to worry about the cost."
The waitress was very professional. Looking at Christina's outfit, she knew that Christina was rich and
didn't worry that she couldn't afford the meal.
However, Christina looked at her carefully and asked, "Have I seen you before?"
The waitress replied politely, "Maybe it's because we are from the same country so you feel me
familiar. Foreigners always say that it's hard to tell the people of our country."
"All right. It is impossible for May to come all the way to France."
Christina muttered to herself and then said, "I'm not hungry. Please help me order some special French
food. This 500 euros is your tip. I'll call someone to pay for the meal later."
Linda, who had been walking slowly, was frightened when she heard Christina's words. She quickly
stepped forward and stopped the waiter, "Serve whatever she wants. I'll pay for them."
The waitress ignored Linda. Instead, she looked at Christina with a complicated expression and asked
hesitantly, "Excuse me, did you mention May just now?"
This was her real name. But she had been in France for too long and had not heard anyone call her
that name for a long time.
Christina suddenly stood up and said excitedly, "You're May, aren't you? Why are you pretending not to
know me?" She was a little angry.
May was surprised and thought for a while before she said a name hesitantly, "Christina?"
Christina narrowed her eyes and asked fiercely, "Don't I look like Christina?"
"You still have the same personality." May was overjoyed because she met an old friend in a foreign
country. She laughed, "Christina, but you look really different. You have a full figure and look rich."
Christina was so depressed.
May also said she was fat.
"May, you've dyed your hair and you are wearing false eyelashes, but I can recognize you. Why can't
you recognize me? What's different about me other than being a little fatter?"
May smiled faintly as before, "You have a different temperament. Now, you have become mature and
more feminine."
"I applied to study in France after I graduated from high school and have been living here since then.
What about you, Christina? It seems that you come to France to have a trip."
Christina replied immediately, "I'm accompanying my man on a business trip."
May was surprised.
She looked embarrassed and didn't know how to continue the conversation. After all, they hadn't seen
each other for a long time and she only had their simple and happy memories at the campus.
Looking at Christina's clothes, May thought the man Christina mentioned must be rich.
In fact, many old men wanted to keep May as a mistress during these years she stayed in France,
especially when she just came here. These old men were rich and powerful and were attracted by her
youth and beauty. It was too hard to work alone abroad, so some people would choose to take
shortcuts. But she would not look down on them, because they had no choice.
May felt that Christina had some secret sorrow. She remembered that Christina did part-time and lived
a difficult life in high school, so she didn't want to talk about Christina's embarrassing experiences.
Christina didn't know what May was thinking, but she said, "Actually, you've seen my husband before."
"Your husband?"
May looked shocked, "Are you married?"
"Is it strange that I'm married?"
Christina showed May the big diamond ring in her hand, but she didn't mean to show it off. Shenovelbin
probably meant that she was already married.
"Christina, you're just in your twenties. How can you get married so early? I remember you have
countless suitors. I thought you would even advocate singleness."
It might be because May had been France for a long time. The people here liked romance but didn't
like responsibility, so they didn't like to get married.
Christina added, "I have two sons."
May grinned from ear to ear in shock. "Oh my god, you have been a mother. It's not what we predicted.
I can't believe it."
"What about you?"
May felt a little bitter, "I'm still single. I have a boyfriend, but he doesn't care about me. I'm just
dispensable to him."
May didn't want to talk too much about the bitterness of her life, so she immediately changed the
subject, "By the way, Christina, do you remember Cindy, the cutest and most amusing girl in our
dormitory?"
Christina nodded.
"Cindy had got married a long time ago, and she married our junior in primary school."
"Which one?"
"Chad."
Christina looked puzzled. She couldn't remember him.
May had no choice but to give up. Christina did not like to think about others. It was good that she
could remember her roommates.
The two old friends met again and they chatted happily. May asked for half a day's leave from her boss
and chatted with Christina. They recalled their carefree campus life.
The waiter served a few side dishes. Christina especially loved the mushrooms, so she ate two plates.
It was almost 5 pm when Patrick called to ask her to go back to the hotel, "Eat by yourself. I don't want
to go back." Christina attempted to brush him off.
However, May was afraid that Christina would be scolded by her rich husband so she kept persuading
Christina to leave.
They exchanged their contact information and May would guide Christina to travel France tomorrow.
But there was an accident that night.
Christina might have eaten something bad and was sent to the emergency room to pump her intestines
in the middle of the night. Patrick lost his temper and scolded Linda. Linda felt innocent and told him
the restaurant where they had gone that day.
Christina was still lying on the hospital bed with a pale face. But when she woke up, the first thing she
thought about was her date with May.
However, she saw a message from May when she turned on her phone, "I'm sorry, Christina.
Something happened in the restaurant where I work. I will be busy recently, so I can't hang out with
you."
Christina was still in a daze. She rubbed her temples and felt the thing happening to May had
something to do with her.