Chapter 282 Can You Tolerate This
Following the voice, a figure gently nudged Corrine aside and stood before the exquisite suit. The interloper, flashing a courteous smile, said to the sales assistant, “Please wrap
this up for me.”
A crease formed between Corrine’s eyebrows, her demeanor chilling noticeably.
Upon noticing Corrine, Leah’s initial shock quickly gave way to a fleeting expression of panic. “Miss Holland.”
A smirk played on Corrine’s lips at Leah’s clumsy acting.
She was quite the actress, wasn’t she?
Next to Leah, Rita struggled to mask her envy, murmuring, “Talk about rotten luck.”
Ignoring their reactions, Corrine said coldly and firmly, “Wrap this one for me.”
“Right away, please hold on,” the sales assistant responded cheerfully.
This sale was significant–the most expensive item in the shop–promising a hefty bonus for the month.
most the
The prospect brought a gleam of delight to the assistant’s face.
Leah hurriedly called out, “Just one second!”
She faced Corrine with earnest desperation. “Miss Holland, I truly apologize, but I intended to purchase this for Bruce as a present. I’m willing to pay twice the price…”
“No!” Corrine replied coldly.
Rita’s expression darkened with annoyance. “Corrine, you’re overstepping!”
Corrine, uninterested in further discussion, turned back to the assistant with an unwavering tone. “Please, wrap it up.”
The sales assistant agreed, still smiling warmly.
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Unexpectedly, Rita stepped in front of the assistant, blocking her path aggressively. “Can’t you see or hear? We were here first, so why is she getting it?”
“I’m sorry, but she was actually here before you,” the sales assistant explained.
With a sneer, Rita’s tone turned threatening. “You realize who you’re dealing with, right?
Cross us, and you’ll deeply regret it.”
Fear flashed across the sales assistant’s face, turning her visibly pale.
In a place as high–end as Modern Square, offending someone with power could mean the
end of her career.
The escalating situation caught the attention of the store manager, who hurried over.
Recognizing Leah and Rita, she greeted them with enthusiasm, saying, “Ah, Miss Burgess, Miss Ashton!”
She then gestured for the sales assistant to step back.
Rita, seeing a familiar face in the manager, instructed confidently, “Perfect timing. Pack this up for me.”
Without hesitation, the manager responded, “Of course, but please wait in our VIP lounge. I’ll have it brought to you shortly.”
As the manager stepped forward, Corrine’s hand shot out to grasp her wrist, her tone steady yet assertive. “Shouldn’t we honor the first–come, first–served policy?”
The manager paused, sizing Corrine up with a prolonged, scrutinizing gaze.
It seemed she was judging Corrine’s worth by her appearance.
Upon finding nothing that impressed her, the manager smirked dismissively. “This piece is a one–of–a–kind global limited edition and quite costly. I doubt it’s within your budget.”
Her voice was filled with scorn.
Corrine glanced around and caught sight of Karina who was standing not far away.
Karina was looking at Corrine with a playful glint in her eyes, as if Karina was saying, “Can you tolerate this?”
