Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1375

Mavis headed to the department store and browsed the options.

The cheapest watches ranged from hundreds to thousands of dollars, while the expensive ones could cost tens of thousands or even millions.

She quietly searched for Nathaniel's information on her phone.

As a wealthy and handsome entrepreneur, there were naturally news articles about him on the internet.

Mavis found the official website of the Nicholls Group and looked at pictures of the CEO, paying close attention to the watch on Nathaniel's wrist.

It appeared to be a diamond-studded watch, and although she could not see the details clearly, it was likely made of precious materials and worth a fortune.

It was probably worth in the millions…

Would it seem too casual or cheap if she bought a watch for a few hundred dollars?

Nonetheless, a several-million-dollar watch was out of the question.

She quickly abandoned the idea of buying a watch.

Next, she considered wallets and perfumes.

After browsing for nearly half an hour, Mavis finally settled on JG, a high-end brand men's cologne priced at 8,999.99 dollars.

Mavis counted carefully…

It was basically 9,000 dollars.

It was not as costly as the watches, and Nathaniel did not seem to be wearing cologne when they met earlier that day.

Hence, buying him a bottle seemed like the perfect choice.

Mavis examined the fragrance several times, enduring the judgmental looks from the sales assistant, and tested its top, middle, and base notes.

It had a subtle, elegant scent, exuding sophistication.

"Hello, I'd like to inquire about temporary work at your bar tonight."

"No, I was referred by Ms. Cassie Reynolds. She told me to call this number."

"Yes, that's her. Do I need to arrive before nine?"

Glancing at her phone, which showed it was already 8.30 p.m., Mavis replied, "Alright, I'll be right there."

Ending the call, she hurried to the address on the card, making her way to the bustling Grand Central, where she found the upscale bar called The Flaming Desire.

Inside, the DJ's music blasted, and she could vividly feel the beat of each rhythm.

The bar was aglow with red lights and filled with wealthy drunkards.

Not particularly fond of such environments, Mavis followed the manager through the crowd.

"They all call me Simon. You can just call me that too," the manager said.