The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 24

Anthony was about to drop his jaw.

What on earth was making Mr. Harrison willingly be at his wife's beck and call like a lowly peddler?

Was it because his wife was at the bottom of the social ladder?

So Mr. Harrison had to lower himself to match his wife and get closer to her?

Apart from that, Anthony couldn't find any other reasonable explanation.

If Harrison had to put some elbow grease in to help Roxanne unload goods, he was willing to do so.

Men should be strong for their women, so it was only natural for them to do heavy work.

However, once the goods were unloaded and the stall was set up, it came time for haggling and selling,

which Harrison was not willing to do.

The stall attracted many people; some came to look at the goods, and some came to ask a lot of

questions, but after asking, some of them didn’t even buy anything. Some even haggled, which was

very annoying.

Harrison found that unacceptable.

He chose to stay in the farthest part of the stall, not wanting to interact with these common folks.

But Roxanne was different.

She seemed to be a born businesswoman, able to attract customers and make a deal in a few

sentences.

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"Bank account credited with 13 USD."

The incoming messages made Roxanne extremely happy.

She loved the feeling of making money.

Even if it wasn't much, money could accumulate over time.

This was her extra income apart from her job; every penny counted.

When there were no customers at the stall, Roxanne looked at Harrison, who was standing at the

farthest corner with a displeased expression.

Today Harrison was wearing his new suit, which looked quite out of place in this environment.

Roxanne had a feeling that his suit must be expensive.

She casually chatted with him.

"Harrison, how much did you pay for your suit?"

How much?

He was afraid that saying the price would scare Roxanne.

So Harrison lied again, "100 USD."

Roxanne thought for a while, "Seems a bit pricey."

Harrison didn't say anything.

Roxanne continued, "Harrison, are you too shy to sell stuff? When there are people, you need to help

out; don't just stand there like a log. This isn't a fashion runway."

Having said that, Roxanne found that Harrison, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, really looked like an

international male model.

No, even those famous international supermodels didn't have his charisma.

Harrison said solemnly, "I don't know how to sell stuff."

Roxanne retorted, "Then how did you do business before, and how did you earn enough money to buy

two houses?"

Although his business failed and went bankrupt, he had made money before.

He should be a smooth talker.

It was just a stall; it shouldn't be this awkward for him, right?

But Roxanne didn't force it.

Everyone had their own personality; if Harrison didn't like dealing with these haggling people, that was

just his choice.

She pulled Harrison to the front of the stall, "You don't have to talk to customers if you don't want to.

Just stand here; sit down if you are tired."

After saying that, she brought him a chair.

"Why do I need to stand here?" Harrison asked.

Roxanne answered, "You'll see."

The place she chose to set up the stall was near a dozen universities.

And what she was selling were all women's shoes, clothes, and bags. All her customers were pretty

college girls.

Having a handsome guy like Harrison act as a model here, with his striking looks, would definitely

attract a lot of traffic.

Sure enough. After Harrison stood there for a while, a group of college girls came over.

The crowd far exceeded Roxanne's expectations.

Under the guise of looking at clothes, bags, and shoes, they sneaked peeks at the handsome Harrison.

"Where did this handsome guy come from? He looks like a celebrity."

"He's even better looking than a celebrity!"

"Look, doesn't he look like a young Maluma? He’s tall and handsome, with such an elite vibe."

"He's even younger and more handsome than Maluma!"

"I meant young Maluma; he's younger than Maluma."

The girls were discussing Harrison's looks, occasionally stealing glances at him, making Harrison's

face turn blue.

He felt like he was becoming part of the merchandise and the most attention-grabbing merchandise at

that.

Harrison's face turned gloomy; he was not pleased.

"He has such a cold demeanor!"

Roxanne took the opportunity to introduce her goods.

At this point, a curly-haired girl asked, "Sis, can I ask, is this stall run by you and that handsome guy?"

Roxanne nodded with a smile, "Yes."

The curly-haired girl was full of curiosity, "What's your relationship with him?"

Roxanne thought for a while and cautiously said, "Didn't you see him standing there like a boss?"

"Oh." The girl had a sudden realization, "So he's your boss?"

Roxanne smiled and went along with it, "Yes, he's my boss. These goods are from our factory's

clearance sale after it closed down; all were exported overseas. Now they are all 90% off; it's a great

deal."

"So it's a clearance sale, huh? The quality looks really good."

"Yes, when we export, we usually sell for several tens of dollars."

After a few sentences, Roxanne managed to shift the girls' attention from Harrison to the quality and

price of the clothes, bags, and shoes.

They found it to be a great deal.

The quality of these goods was no worse than brand-made goods, and they were so cheap that they

made one purchase after another.

Payment notifications kept popping up on Roxanne's phone screen; she was over the moon.

However, Harrison still had a gloomy face.

He seemed to be particularly unhappy with something Roxanne said.

The college girls, after making their purchases, didn't leave immediately but gathered around Roxanne.

"Darling, can you give me your boss's contact information?"

"I also want your boss's contact information; we can contact him directly on WhatsApp when we want

to buy bags or clothes next time."

Was this about wanting to buy clothes and bags? They clearly had a thing for Harrison's good looks

and wanted to get to know him better.

Roxanne noticed it all but kept her mouth shut and just looked at Harrison.

Harrison's expression darkened, "I don't have WhatsApp."

The curly-haired female student frowned, feeling wronged, "Come on, boss, don't be so stingy. We'll

still need to buy stuff from you in the future."

Roxanne thought that there could indeed be a future business here, even though they want Harrison's

WhatsApp because of his looks.

She could turn Harrison's WhatsApp into a business account specifically targeting the female student

consumer group in the university town, which would certainly attract more customers in the future.

"What kind of boss are you? You’ve got business, and you're turning it away?" Roxanne snatched

Harrison's phone.

With swift and efficient movements, she showed the female students Harrison's WhatsApp QR code.

Before Harrison could get his phone back, many female students had already scanned the code.

Afterwards, Harrison's face remained icy cold.

Roxanne casually checked his Facebook and saw that there was not a single status update.

She negotiated with him, "Harrison, why not display product photos from now on?"

Harrison looked at her with eyes as cold as ice, "Did you just tell them I'm just your boss?"