Chapter 19 Mr. Filthy Rich It was only then that Dana realized that all her things had been stolen. There was nothing left with her right now. "Teacher, are you taking me shopping?" The girl looked at the man striding in front of her without stopping. He answered faintly, "Yes." She followed the man into the mall. Dana was still dripping all over now like a drowned chicken. She was walking in the resplendent shopping mall and it was inevitable that she would feel a little embarrassed. Walker did not care at all and went straight into an haute couture company. "Take something that suits her; style, size, and all." His handsome figure of this man with her appeared for a moment and then, several shopkeepers in the clothing store were about to boil. When they looked at him from head to toe, the man had absolute dignity and status. Even when he picked up his clothes, he looked very attentive. This contrast made Dana, who was still hanging with water, felt uncomfortable. Fortunately, Walker himself did not have any interest in shopping but the rich and powerful trench style from the inside to the outside from top to bottom did not let her try. She directly packed a bunch. When she went out, Dana looked silently at the pile of hill-like shopping bags that her mouth shriveled. She probably estimated the cost of the bags in her mind. "Mr. Herbert." The girl was timid to open her mouth. "Yes?" "The money that's going to be used for the clothes today will be reissued by my bank card and return it to you in a few business days." In fact, what she wanted to say was whether she can return some of those! The man looked at her like this for two seconds and gave a cold "Ha!" Dana did not catch it. 'Huh? What does that mean?' "Teacher, are you asking for my bank card number?" "Do you even hear what I said just now?" Dana did not respond but only stared at him. The girl was embarrassed. She had changed into dry clothes and her hair was almost dry as well. They went out and the man looked at her with a sneer and opened the door to get in the car. "Mr. Herbert." Dana hastened to hold him. However, there was no way to repay the money and another voice had stopped her. "Dana?" There was a warm voice of a familiar boy. As soon as Dana looked back, he saw Fabian standing at the door of the mall! "Fabian, what are you doing here?" "Why? Can't I come for shopping, too?" The boy came over and saw the luxury car that was parked behind her. The boy's handsome face with a bright smile froze immediately. Obviously, he saw a man in a suit in the car. He was facing them on his side, alienated and high above. He was lighting a cigarette for himself while starting the car. "Hey, who is it?" Needless to say, he could see how expensive his car was. Fabian's voice was a little stiff. When he looked at it, he saw the pile of shopping bags in Dana's hand. All of a sudden, his face became even uglier and gloomier. Dana realized where he was looking now and immediately felt like there was an awn at her back. "It's not what you think." She was embarrassed, "I-My wallet was stolen, everything was gone, and the school expelled me out. He is my college teacher." "What?!" When Fabian heard her say this, instead of worrying, he became more anxious and furious. "Have all your cards been stolen as well? And expelled out by the school? So where are you staying now?" The handsome boy reached forward and grabbed her by the hand. "Well, I-" Dana subconsciously hid for a moment. She did not dodge but could only bow her head. 'Where am I staying now?' She did not know either! Originally, she wanted to live in the apartment building that her father bought for her in order to make it convenient for her to go to college. Who knew she would be caught by Ann right before where she stayed. Now, for the sake of face, she certainly would not go back there. "I don't know," Dana said with chagrin. "Then come home with me!" "What?! No!" Dana was completely facing the enemy and subconsciously wanted to shake her hand off of him. How could she stay at his house? The most important thing was that, why would she? "Why?" Fabian frowned his handsome face when she refused. "Last night at dinner, your father said that he missed you very much and you happened to be home for dinner. Your father said that you hadn't been home since you went to college! Dana, how could you do that to your father?" The unwitting Fabian still went on talking and babbling things she did not want to hear. Dana had just bowed her head. How could he know what had happened to her since he left Progress at the age of 15?