The onlookers started buzzing, whispering louder now. A small boy, no older than seven, was standing nearby, clinging to his mother’s hand.
He stared up at Noah, wide-eyed, his young mind trying to make sense of what he was witnessing.
His mother, however, wasn’t paying any attention to her son. Her gaze was fixed entirely on Noah, watching him with a dazed, almost admiring expression.
The boy tugged at his mother’s hand, confused by the strange look on her face.
He squinted, staring between his mother and Noah, and suddenly as if a revelation struck him, he muttered to himself, “This guy must be one of those skibidi sigma or something… Otherwise, Mom wouldn’t be looking at him like that.”
His words went unheard, but the expression on his face—a mix of confusion and suspicion—would have made anyone laugh.
Meanwhile, Noah stood at the counter, perfectly composed. The assistant swiped his card, her fingers trembling as the machine processed the payment.
“Ding”
The transaction was confirmed, and Noah’s balance doubled instantly. A smirk played on his lips as he watched the assistant’s eyes light up with relief and disbelief.
She handed him the receipt, and he took it with his usual calm, unfazed by the staggering amount.
“Thank you, sir,” she said breathlessly, still reeling from the entire interaction.
Noah gave her a nod and glanced at the dozen bags lined up neatly behind the counter.
“Have them delivered to my house, it’s at …” he said, not a request but an order.
As the employees hustled to carry the bags to deliver them, the crowd of onlookers only grew, whispering and pointing.
Some were in awe, some in disbelief, and a few even snapped photos from a distance, hoping to capture the moment.
The employees loaded the last of the bags into the delivery van, ready to take them to Noah’s mansion as he had instructed. Noah stood by the side, checking his phone for updates.
When one of the sales assistants approached him hesitantly, asking for the final delivery details.
Noah said, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “When you arrive, just give the bags to the guards at the entrance. They’ll take care of the rest.”
The assistant nodded quickly, still in awe of the man standing before her. “Understood, sir. We’ll make sure everything is handled properly.”
Nodding his head at her, he turned and walked out of the store with the same air of elegance, his suit jacket draped casually over his shoulder as if this entire scene were just another day in his life.
As he headed toward the exit, the little boy tugged at his mother’s hand once more, glancing up at her with a frown. “Mom, can we go now?” he asked, his young voice breaking through the haze of awe she seemed trapped in.
The mother blinked, finally snapping out of her daze, but her gaze lingered on Noah’s retreating figure for just a moment longer. “Uh, yes, sweetie… Let’s go,” she muttered, her voice distant, as if still entranced by the scene she had just witnessed.
The boy shook his head as they walked away, muttering to himself. “He’s a skibidi sigma for sure.”
After leaving the mall, Noah slid into the driver’s seat of his Lykan Hypersport, the engine roaring to life with a smooth, powerful hum. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, considering his next move.
“Let me check on my parents, see what they are up to,” he thought, glancing at the road ahead. He was also curious about how his father’s search for the tea house was progressing.
Soon enough, Noah arrived near the parking lot, where his Lykan Hypersport had been parked countless times before, alongside his sleek Lamborghini.
He knew that he couldn’t leave the Lambo parked in this lot forever.
Stepping out of the elevator after paying for a full day’s parking, Noah muttered to himself, “I need to get the Lambo out of here and to the mansion.”
As he walked toward the exit, his phone vibrated in his pocket, the screen flashing with a call from an unknown number. He answered with a neutral, “Hello?”
“Good afternoon, sir. I’m Anderson,” came the polite, formal tone from the other end. “We’ve received a delivery for you from the Hermess store?”
“Yes, Anderson. That’s correct. I told them to leave it with you guys since I wasn’t home. I’ll have to trouble you with it until I return.”
Anderson’s response was swift and deferential. “Don’t worry, Mr. Noah. I will personally ensure that the delivery remains safe until you’re back.”
Noah’s expression remained impassive. “Thank you, I will have to trouble you” he replied in his usual neutral tone before hanging up.
Meanwhile, back at the mansion’s gate, Anderson had already gathered the guards around the delivery truck.
He turned to the delivery driver and asked him to open the back.
“Can you open it, thank you.”
“Of course, right away.” said the delivery driver as he opened the back of the truck.
As the truck’s door lifted, revealing rows upon rows of Hermess bags, Anderson and the rest of the guards couldn’t hide their shock.
Their jaws dropped in unison. It wasn’t just a delivery—this was practically an entire store’s worth of luxury goods.
There were dozens of bags, meticulously packed and organized, each one likely costing more than any of them made in a year.
One guard leaned in closer, muttering under his breath, “This has to be at least $300,000 worth of stuff, maybe more…”
“More,” another guard whispered in disbelief.
Anderson quickly snapped out of his momentary shock, his eyes sharpening as he barked, “Back off! This isn’t just any delivery.”
He fixed his gaze on the guards, his tone firm. “Listen, if anyone here gets greedy or does something stupid, we’ll all be thrown under the bus for it. Therefore, I’ll be the only one handling this. Got it?”
The guards quickly nodded, retreating from the truck, realizing the seriousness of the situation.
“Good,” Anderson continued. “I’ll check every single item against the receipt before we move anything. No one touches a thing until I’m done.”
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