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"You are so damn correct about that," Amos asserted standing up from the couch. "We were born to be the best among millions of people, and this makes us a perfect match…,"

"I quite agree with the first part of your sentence but I don't know about us being a perfect match," replied Joanna.

Just like the previous time she started approaching the fitting room before he could get to her.

"She is hell-bent on running away from me. She is one interesting lady. I wonder for how long she thinks she can keep this up?"

Amos muttered his gaze glued on the fitting room.

Meanwhile, as Joanna and Amos were having a great time shopping, in the Queen Mother's chambers Tracy was seen constantly looking at the entrance leading to the dining room.

Tracy's once worried expression turned to that of relief when she saw a maid in a blue outfit walk into the dining.

"Is he here already?" Tracy hastened to ask. "The Prime Minister is such an important figure so why didn't you lead him here if he had gotten here?" Tracy continued without waiting for the other maid to speak.

Seeing the hope in Tracy's eyes made the black hair maid hesitate to announce the news to her.

"What is it? Say it or will you be able to handle the consequences of keeping Her Highness in suspense?" Tracy threatened, not knowing that bad news awaited her.

With the head lowered, the maid broke the news. "Hazel just returned…,"

"Everyone at Her Highness's chambers knows that he went to pick up the Prime Minister so that is not something surprising right?" Tracy asked, not able to hide her annoyance.

"He didn't return with the Prime Minister," The maid broke the news not daring to lift her head.

She was so scared that it will be a dagger the Queen Mother will throw into her eyes if she dared to raise her head.

"What!" Queen Mother Theresa and Tracy exclaimed in unison.

The Queen Mother sprang to her feet from where she was sitting at the dining table waiting for her guest to arrive.

"Hazel said he got there but only for the Prime Minister's security guards to stop him at the gate. He was informed that the Prime Minister suddenly fell sick…,"

"That senile old man fell sick?" Queen Mother sneered, hitting the dining table in fury.

A big crack appeared on the table following what she did.

"The senile old man who just promised me some hours ago that he was gonna finally come to visit me fell sick? Who is he trying to deceive?" Queen Mother Theresa thundered as she clasped her fists.

"Does he thinks that I am a fool or does he have no respect for me?" Queen Mother Theresa left the dining and strolled to the next room.

Tracy quickly followed her after shooing the other made away.

"Mr Martinez has been bringing up excuses not to meet up with you. It's so obvious he is avoiding you or…," Tracy trailed not daring to complete her remaining sentence.

The Queen Mother paused in her track and shot Tracy a fierce glare, "Or what?" She grimaced.

"Or he is acting this way because he has no respect for her Highness…,"

"How dare he?" Queen Mother Theresa thundered. The roaring of her voice made Tracy kneel instantly.

"His Majesty can stand me up, he is the King but never will I let anyone disrespect me or think he is above me just because he has control over the ministers," Queen Mother stated sternly.

"I will regain my firm hold on the Kingdom before the King returns whether the Prime Minister likes it or not," Queen Mother Theresa asserted as she sauntered to her inner chambers.

Back at the boutique, Amos and Joanna headed to the counter after they had completed their shopping.

Socialites who were waiting for this faithful moment were shocked to the marrows when they saw Amos hand over a black card to the lady wearing a white long-sleeved shirt.

"Who the hell is he?"

"How come none of us knows that such a big shot like him ever existed in the Kingdom?"

"Whose son is he?"

"How on Earth is a nerd like him able to possess a black card?"

"Like mother like daughter. I bet she must have used her body in exchange for these luxurious goods".

"What a cheap wh*re she is,"

"Are you sure he didn't steal it?"

"Does anyone knows whose household he is from?"

"Where did that idiot land herself a big shot?"

These were the few words Joanna was able to pick up from since they were all talking at once.

Joanna was unfazed by their insults. She held her head and shoulder high as she walked out of the boutique holding onto Amos' hand.

She didn't do anything she needed to be ashamed of so why should she let the words of jealous people like them get to her?

"Let's go home," Joanna sitting beside him in the front seat of the car said leaning her back against the black seat.

"And who said we are heading home now?" Amos asked to the astonishment of Joanna.

She turned and looked at him with a frown. "Didn't you say in there that our shopping has been concluded…,"

"Of course I did… but I was talking about our shopping in the boutique," Amos said as he pointed at the tall glass building on their right-hand side.

In front of the building, three sales representatives stood constantly smiling and bowing in his direction.

"After the whooping sum of money you spent there, are you sure there is still more for you to spend?" Joanna asked.

He lifted the black card from where he dropped it and wave it at her face. "It's a no-limit card," he smiled.

"So you don't have to worry about anything because I have got this, baby," He tried to touch her face but Joanna's fierce glares made him retract his hand immediately.

"Frowning will not make me change my mind so smile because you look the prettiest when you smile," He said teasingly but she didn't smile.

"We have indeed shopped a lot but we still need to purchase jewellery. I can't bear to leave your neck, ears and wrist empty. Everything needs to be complete for it to be perfect," He said and ignited the car.

The jewellery shop happened to be a street away from the boutique so Joanna and Amos didn't have to drive far.