Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 24

The rich man could not afford to offend a man like Samuel!

He walked back into the store. He then proceeded to roll out of the store like a ball of flesh.

"I'm sorry," the nouveau riche man said. "I was wrong."

The pretty woman felt as though her face had been completely ripped off her body. "Are you insane?"

she snarled at the nouveau riche man. "You do whatever h e tells you to. Are you a dog?"

A flash of fury creased between the nouveau riche man's brows. He directed a cutting glare at the

pretty woman. "What f*cking nonsense are you going on about? Who are you to speak here? Talk, talk,

talk.

Yak, yak, yak.”

Yvonne and Linda were confused. Sure, the nouveau riche pig rolled out of the store. Now he lashed

out in anger. Was he suffering from a brain aneurysm? He did say that he would get out of the store if

Samuel could pay, but even if he did not fulfill his promise, no one would do anything against him.

The pretty woman buried her face in her palms, not daring to speak another word of nonsense. She

could lie in the nouveau riche man’s lap and simper, but she knew that she was only a mistress. He

could drop her anytime if he really got angry.

"I'm sorry," the pretty woman apologized toward the nouveau riche man.

"If there’s nothing else, Mr. Hannigan, may I take my leave first?" the nouveau riche man asked

Samuel, his tone dripping with imploration.

Samuel nodded his head. Only then did he bring the pretty woman out of the store with him.

Linda gulped. Her intuition told her that this incident was not simply tied to how Samuel had paid the

bill. The nouveau riche pig was clearly terrified of him. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Yet he was the infamous b*stard of Cloud City who married into the Sues. Everyone took him as a joke.

How could anyone be afraid of him?

"Mr. Hannigan, I apologize for my behavior and words just now,” the shop assistant from before said to

him, bowing deeply. "It's my fault."

Samuel gave her a frosty side-glance. "All these clothes are yours," he said to Yvonne. "What do you

want to do with them?"

Yvonne looked as though she were still caught in a dream. However, she was not thinking about how

he spent that much money in one shot. She was thinking about the credit card’s PIN number-it was

their wedding anniversary, and it was coming soon. He had set it as his credit card’s PIN number-an

occasion that she never bothered to take seriously.

"I-I don't know either." Yvonne flashed a rueful smile.

It would take a long time before she finished wearing s o many clothes.

"Both of you have different sizes, right?” Samuel glanced at Linda. He surmised that they were slightly

different in size, judging from their body.

Linda bobbed her head.

"Take out all the clothing in their size," Samuel told the shop assistant. "We don't want the rest.”

T-They did not want it!

The shop assistant did not know whether to laugh or cry at this request. This was a man of true wealth.

Even after paying, if he did not want it, he did not want it. To think that she actually looked down on

him.

"N-No way! Give the other sizes to me then,” Linda cried out reflexively. Then she realized that it was

Samuel who paid for it. He had the right to pick and choose the sizes that he wanted. "I-Is that all

right?" she asked Samuel sheepishly.

"No problem,” he replied.

After they settled the matter of sorting out the sizes, the store would deliver the goods to their house.

Samuel did not have to resort to volunteering himself a s physical labor. It was a huge stroke of luck;

otherwise, he would have been worked like a dog.

Since they bought every piece of clothing from the store, they did not have to browse through any other

store. When they arrived at the department store's first floor, ready to leave, Linda dragged Yvonne into

the washroom. It was a mystery if she really wanted to go to the toilet. There was definitely some

secret that was going to be shared between them.

Samuel waited for them on the first floor. It happened t o be recruitment day for a piano school. He

went over t o see what the fuss was about.

"Our school has adult classes too, sir. Are you interested?" A promoter walked over to Samuel's side

and gave him a flyer.

He felt a rush of desire when he saw the piano. This was his biggest hobby when he was young, but he

had not touched the piano in three years ever since he left the Hannigans.

"Can I try playing?" he asked, pointing at the piano.

"Of course."

A sense of familiarity engulfed him when he positioned his fingers across the black and white keys. He

struck a chord, the motion slightly stilted, i

He latched onto that sense of familiarity, slowly finding his motion as his notes smoothed out. A thrilling

melody and a soaring crescendo leaped from beneath his fingertips. More and more people gathered

by, attracted by the sound of the piano. Even a few piano teachers were stunned by his performance.

His audience quickly grew, cramming the space.

Everyone stopped to watch, whether they were right outside the piano school or on other floors. Some

even whipped out their phones to record his performance.

The Croatian Rhapsody was Maksim's greatest work. Using a quick, light rhythm, the song illustrated

the tragic picture of war-torn Croatia, its ruins dusted in ashes and its setting sun reflected in pools of

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Samuel also used this song to spark his audience's feelings.

Then it was done. A storm of applause roared around him.

"What's going on?" Linda asked curiously, just emerging from the washroom. "Why’s it so noisy over

there?"

Yvonne also found it strange. Why were there so many people gathered on one side?

Just then, Samuel managed to squeeze past the crowd and emerge. He quickly walked over to

Yvonne's side." Let's go," he said.