Madame Visa stared down at the heap of clothes that Charles bought and back at him. What had suddenly come over him? The Charles she knew was just a very timid delivery man who everyone looked down on. He wore tattered clothes to work, and would always beg for tips. "Are you listening to me?" Charles asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. "Do you still want us to leave?" He had a smirk on his face. He knew that she couldn't afford to let them go because he wanted to purchase really expensive clothes. Madame Visa was a very greedy woman who loved money more than anything. She scratched her head nervously before smiling at Charles. "I wasn’t asking you to leave. I was only trying to speed up your selection so you can select the best things before others. Do you know how many of our recent pieces were sold in minutes?" She lied. Their recent pieces hadn't been sold so much because of the prices. Most rich men who could afford to buy them could only buy just one. Only Charles had picked up ten and she wondered if he actually looked at the price tag. "Well, if you don't want us to leave, hurry up and package the clothes." Charles replied. "By yourself. I don't want any of your staff to touch them." "Why?" She chuckled, pretending not to know the reason Charles disliked her workers. "They are all very responsible and dedicated to their job." Charles scoffed. He couldn't believe the extent of her lies. "Your staffs are very rude and lazy. Since I came in here, they have been gossiping and laughing at the corner. And even the person who came to attend to me disrespected me. If you continue to run this store like this, you'll lose a lot of reputable customers." Madame Visa pretended to be moved by what Charles said. "Show me the salesgirl who disrespected you. I'll make sure that she is disciplined for doing that." Charles pointed to Rita. "I'm sure you know she's the only one capable of doing that." "Rita!" Madame Visa called out. Rita walked up to her with a broad smile on her face. "Is it true that you disrespected Mr. Charles here?" Rita immediately faked a surprise face. "Me? I would never do that." She lied. "I was the only one who welcomed him when he came in and even showed him the exclusive section. Why would he claim that I disrespected him?" Madame Visa smiled and patted Rita on the back. "You can go. Some of this misunderstandings are common." She turned to Charles. "I'm sure it was a misunderstanding. Rita is one of our kindest and dedicated worker here." Of course, Charles knew she was going to take Rita's side regardless because she was a corrupt manager. Unlike other managers who had reprimanded their staff for rude behavior, Madame Visa encouraged it. "It doesn't matter anymore," Charles said. "I have a lot of things to do today so please package these clothes and I'll be on my way." "Sure." Madame Visa turned away. "Rita! Come–" "Didn't you hear what I said earlier?" Charles said, anger laced in his voice. "I want you to pick up the clothes by yourself and package them. Or I'll walk out of this store without buying any of them." Madame Visa froze midway and returned her gaze to Charles. Although her eyes were looking at Charles like venom, she slowly picked up the clothes. "Good." Charles said when she picked up the heavy, expensive suits. "Now, package them quickly." "Give me a minute to do that," Madame Visa replied, her lips tightened up with a fake smile. Within her, she wished she could just kick Charles out for humiliating her but she couldn't. She wished they were a way she could deal with Charles greatly. "I can't believe he is asking Madame to package the clothes." One of the salesgirls said, eyeing Charles. "Such disrespect!" Rita hissed. "I don't know why Madame hasn't kicked him out yet. I'm very sure that he can't afford those suits. I can't wait for him to hear the total price of his purchase." “Hmmmm. He has changed so much. I wonder what happened to him and how he got so rich. Madame must surely be attending to him because he has the money.” Madame Visa was fuming and hissing as she packaged Charles clothes. After packaging, she asked the cashier to give her the bill for the entire purchase. "Charles," she said returning to him. "Your entire bill is five million dollars." Some of the salesgirls exclaimed with shock and exchanged curious glances with each other. Five million dollars? That was more than their entire profit the previous month. They couldn't believe that anyone would afford to pay five million dollars for clothes upfront. "Are you going to pay with cash, card or check?" Madame Visa asked pompously. She believed that Charles would never be able to foot the bills and she was ready to humiliate him. "Please don't waste my time." "Are you sure that's the entire bill?" Charles asked, smiling. "Yes." Madame Visa turned to Vera. "Are you the one making the payment? Please pay up so I can resume my work in the office. He is wasting my time.” "I'm making the payment." Charles said, handing her his bank card. Madame Visa's eyes widened with shock. First, she didn't believe Charles would be the one handling the payment. Second, she didn't expect him to hand out his card with full confidence. She took the card with shaking hands, and most of the staffs gathered to watch if the payment will be successful. Rita prayed within her that the card would decline so she would have a reason to humiliate Charles. Madame Visa swiped the card and the machine beeped. "Payment Successful." Madame Visa couldn't believe her eyes. Even as the machine beeped, she wiped her eyes with her palms and asked the cashier to confirm the payment. "Yes, ma'am." The cashier responded. "The money has been deposited into the store's account." Silence fell across the room and everyone was staring at Charles like he had suddenly grown two heads. Madame Visa returned his card with trembling hands. "Thank you for purchasing from Celio Fashion House," she mustered. A lot was going through her mind as she handed Charles his clothes. She had a thousand questions flitting through her mind at once. Like where did Charles get the money from? How did he suddenly become rich? Was the woman with him actually sponsoring his lifestyle? Even though she couldn't come up with the answers, she knew something strange had happened to Charles. "I'm sure you're very surprised and disappointed." Charles said to her. "But this should be a lesson to you. Don't look down on people because of what they used to be. Anybody can change anytime and even do better than you. Always show kindness to people and you'll never regret it. That's all I have to say to you and your workers." Madame Visa felt like the ground should open and swallow her up. "I'm sorry, Charles." She responded. "Truly, I have learned my lesson and you'll be treated with respect whenever you come here." But Charles could see that her eyes still lacked empathy. He could tell that she just apologized so he can shop from the store another day. "I don't think you're quite remorseful." He pointed to a scar on his elbow. "Do you remember the day you gave me this scar with your car door? I was running after you for a tip and you banged your car door on my hand." "That was in the past and it's –" "Yes, I know it is in the past." Charles cut her off. "But I just want you to know that I remember everything you did to me when I was a delivery man. I remember the constant humiliation and harassment I received from you and your workers. I will let it go today but I'll be back for that another day." Charles threat struck Madame Visa's nerves and cold chills ran down her spine. She knew Charles had become a powerful man and he could use his money to punish her. She tried to beg him. "Charles, we can try to resolve this like two adults. Let's talk about this in my office." Charles shook his head. "No. I don't have time to talk about everything you did to me. Let's go Vera." As Charles turned to leave, a man with about four bodyguards entered the store and every employee froze at the spot. "What's going on here?" The man asked. Madame Visa ran to him and bowed. "Mr. Celio, welcome. We weren't expecting you today." "Mr. Celio? He must be the owner of the store." Charles thought to himself and immediately smiled as an idea came to him. He would deal with Madame Visa and Rita.