Chapter 657 Shareholder Custom Order
- In Jane’s mind, a woman’s shoulder bag tops out at two or three hundred. A nicer one is four or five hundred. A bag over ten grand? No way.
- Angus Reed snorted. “A bag over ten grand? What a waste. Do you know how many racks of ribs that could buy?”
- Diane gave a helpless smile. Trying to explain this stuff to the older generation really didn’t land.