I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Chapter 88 Going Shopping With The Girls (3)

In an unknown place, a room exuding an aura of richness, a black-haired young man was resting on a chair.

"Young Master, I think you should see this," a middle-aged man said, knocking before opening the door and rushing into the room with a large phone in hand. The young man frowned, confused by the sudden intrusion.

Did something happen back home? he thought, his mind racing. But then, he glanced at the phone and saw an advertisement featuring a silver-haired young man surrounded by beauties.

"Is this why you disturbed me? Because of an advertisement?" the young man yelled.

"Young Master, it's not just that. Look at the lady to the left of the young man," the middle-aged man said in panic.

The young man glanced at the middle-aged man, who was already sweating profusely, before turning his attention back to the photo. His eyes landed on the woman beside the silver-haired young man.

"Isn't this Rose?" he said in shock.

The middle-aged man nodded in confirmation.

"Find out where this picture was taken," the young man ordered. Without hesitation, the middle-aged man nodded and disappeared from the room.

The young man stared back at the photo, scrutinizing it more closely. Now, he noticed that every woman surrounding the silver-haired young man was an extraordinary beauty.

His eyes narrowed. "I hope it's not what I'm thinking," he muttered.

At the entrance of a shopping mall, a group of five ladies emerged, chit-chatting as if they'd been best friends for a million years. Each carried packages filled with clothes.

Trailing behind them was a silver-haired young man burdened with numerous packages, clearly having had them dumped on him.

Draco wore a sullen expression as he carried the packages. He was deeply regretting agreeing to join them for shopping. No wonder they left so quickly when I agreed, he thought bitterly.

At Premier Cool, they had spent over three hours, yet each of them had purchased fewer than five outfits. They spent thirty minutes debating over each dress, often calling on Xylara to decide for them since Draco couldn't see any difference between the options they showed him.

Experience makes one better! he thought sarcastically.

The money they had spent weighed heavily on Draco's heart. That amount could have been used for something more practical, like buying equipment for battles.

He glanced at the ladies, who still seemed full of energy. As for him, he was utterly exhausted. He just wanted to collapse onto his bed and sleep. He couldn't fathom where the ladies got their energy from.

"We haven't even explored half the clothing stores in this area," Adrianna chuckled.

"Don't worry; we'll continue tomorrow," Alya said confidently.

Draco didn't know when he slumped down at her words, falling to the ground. The ladies turned, startled and confused by his sudden collapse.

They assumed it was because of the large load he was carrying, so they each took a part of the packages to lighten his burden.

As for Draco, he was in despair. Are they seriously planning to shop again tomorrow?

"You can go shopping tomorrow; I have something important to do," Draco quickly said. After today's experience, there was no way he'd follow them again.

The girls nodded in agreement, except for Alya.

"What important thing does Master have to do?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Draco twitched at her question and turned to see her sly smile. It looks like I'll have to discipline this girl, he thought.

"It's a secret," he said with a wink.

The girls nodded, though Alya pouted, disappointed that she couldn't get any information out of him.

When they reached their car, they placed the packages in the trunk. Draco sighed in relief, already dreading what tomorrow might bring.

Suddenly, a black Ferrari roared as it drove in their direction. Strangely, it stopped right in front of them. A middle-aged man stepped out of the driver's seat and opened the passenger door. A black-haired young man, holding a bundle of roses, stepped out.

Alya, Ivy, Adrianna, and Lyraea looked confused, wondering who this person was. Only Rose had a slightly disgusted expression on her face.

"Rose, I didn't think I would meet you here. I was sad to hear you left the Everett Clan," the young man said sadly.

Rose rolled her eyes at his words. "Casper, don't play games with me. What are you here for? As you can see, I'm busy."

This was Casper, the young master of the Night Clan and Rose's persistent pursuer.

Hearing Rose's nonchalant attitude, Casper scratched his head. "I just wanted to give you these roses and invite you to dinner," he said with a smile.

"I'm sorry. As you can see, I'm busy, so I won't be able to accept your invitation. As for your flowers, I think you should keep them for yourself," Rose replied mercilessly.

"Ahem! Won't you return home? Your dad and brother miss you," Casper said.

"Oh, so you're their errand boy now? If they miss me, why can't they call me? As far as I remember, since I left home, no one has called to check on my welfare—including you," Rose scoffed.

"Emm..."

"Can't you see she doesn't want to see you? Stop pestering her!" Draco yelled, unable to take the scene anymore. How dare this man try to woo his woman right in front of him? Ever since Draco had laid eyes on this guy, a bubbling anger had been growing within him.

"And who are you?" Casper said arrogantly, his gaze full of ridicule.

"He's my darling," Rose said confidently, grabbing Draco's hand before he could reply.

Casper was taken aback and shook his head in disbelief.

"Don't steal my words; he's my darling," Ivy pouted with jealousy, grabbing Draco's other hand.

The other girls quickly joined in, hugging Draco. This made him cough in embarrassment. The surrounding crowd began whispering and murmuring. Casper's flashy car had already drawn their attention, but none of them had expected to witness a scene like this.

The girls' beauty was otherworldly, and some people in the crowd even recognized them from the Premier Cool advertisement. Many of the men in the crowd were consumed with jealousy, wondering what kind of luck Draco had to make five stunning ladies fall for him.

Draco and the girls entered their car and drove away, leaving Casper behind, completely forgotten.

Casper watched them drive off, his expression twisting with anger.

"HOW DARE SHE?" he roared.

"Young Master, look around you," the middle-aged man said lightly.

Casper looked at the gathered crowd and quickly composed himself, masking his anger. But a malicious smile spread across his face. "It seems it's time to shed all pretense," he said coldly.

His face turned sinister. "Summon the Nights of the family."

The middle-aged man turned pale. "Young Master..."

"Did you hear what I said?" Casper's gaze sharpened.

The middle-aged man quickly nodded, opened the car door for Casper, and they drove away.

In Rose's car,

"Rose, who is that?" Draco asked. From his tone, it was clear he was jealous.

"He's just a childhood friend who had feelings for me," Rose chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm only yours."

Her words seemed to have a calming effect on Draco, and he relaxed. Alya, Adrianna, and Lyraea giggled, watching his expression.

It was rare to see Draco look like this!