Married to the President

Chapter 135: Lost her baby to pneumonia

swnovels.com "You are coming here for the first time ma'am, and this is my treat to say thank you for

visiting our salon. Next time, we will bill you directly" the manager of the salon said and smiled.

Theresa Mo glanced at Rosa who appeared more surprised than her. She looked as if she didn't

understand what was happening.

"Thank you for coming. We look forward to seeing you again" the manager added and smiled,

stretching her hand to her for a handshake.

Junxie and Rosa had been there earlier and the bills paid before services were rendered. But at

Junxie's instructions, they shouldn't let Theresa know or have a clue of what was going to happen.

"Thank you Madam" Theresa Mo appreciated and looked at herself in the mirror and then at the

manager's friendly smile.

Such time and resources to make her look beautiful and yet she did it for free? She's a good Samaritan

then.

Rosa also said thank you and pulled Theresa Mo along. They turned and entered the boutique section

of the salon.

The entire complex was owned by a single person. There's a salon for both male and female and a

boutique at its other end.

A makeup room was attached with an artist who knows their job well. Rosa stepped in and went to the

section with dinner gowns.

A sales attendant was guiding them. Rosa pointed to a designer's clothes and Theresa Mo pulled

Rosa's hand down.

They should go for something moderate and not too expensive. That she had Junxie's limitless card

doesn't mean she shouldn't be prudent in her spending.

The gown that Rosa pointed to was the highest grade in town and most expensive. It definitely would

cost millions of yaun.

It's a Maroon gown with glittering stones like diamonds all over it. Theresa liked it, it definitely would

look splendid on her but she cannot afford it.

Rosa saw Theresa pulled her hand down and smiled silently. She wouldn't have entered this boutique if

Junxie didn't have her back. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

" What Theresa?" Rosa asked in a whisper. She pretended not to know what Theresa meant when she

pulled her hand down.

"We can't afford this dress.