hapter 459
Charlotte was carrying a handbag that day—a globally limited edition from the very brand she was about to visit. It was available exclusively to Black Gold members.
Of course, it was never listed on the official website.
Ordinary people wouldn’t even get the chance to lay eyes on it.
The woman across from her gave a contemptuous glance, her tone dripping with mockery. “Oh, stop pretending to be all high and mighty. My boyfriend is offering you six hundred dollars–just give up that dress already.”
Charlotte let out a cold laugh. “I already said no.”
She turned to the sales associate. “Could you wrap it up for me, please?”
“Yes, miss.” The associate promptly took the dress down to package it.
The couple’s faces turned sour.
Charlotte swiped her card and paid for the dress. Meanwhile, the woman kept taunting her from the side.
“Fake bag girl, you do realize that dress costs over ten thousand dollars, right? Honestly, you should’ve just let me have it. Go home and order a knockoff online. Wouldn’t that go better with your counterfeit handbag anyway?”
At first, the man had actually found Charlotte attractive.
But after she refused to acknowledge him and embarrassed him in front of his girlfriend and the sales staff, any goodwill vanished.
And when he heard she was carrying a fake bag, he immediately joined in with the insults.
“A girl like you–broke but still acting all fancy. Carrying a fake bag and trying to fight us over a dress? You seriously think you deserve it?”
“Exactly. Even if that dress is real, people will just assume it’s a knockoff too. Do you know why? Because everyone knows your financial level. You think bleeding money on one designer dress is going to impress anyone? Please. All they’ll say behind your back is how desperate you are to look rich.”
Their words were so nasty that even the sales associate looked uncomfortable.
But no matter how rude they were, they were still customers. The clothes they wore were from luxury brands too. If they couldn’t get that dress, they might still buy something else.
So the sales associate could only try to smooth things over with a polite smile, gently suggesting they take a look at other items.
Just then, Charlotte got a message from Lena.
“Lottie, I’m at the store. Weren’t you coming to pick up your bag? Where are you?”
Charlotte looked down and typed back.
“I’m shopping for clothes. I’ll be right there.”
“Okay, I’m in the lounge waiting for you.”
Since Lena had already arrived, Charlotte didn’t bother entertaining the couple’s nonsense any longer. She took the neatly packaged dress from the associate and turned to leave.
Being completely ignored sent the man into a rage.
The Turner family was a well–known name in Sterling City. In his social circle, Thomas Turner had always been the one people tried to please. He was used to flattery and couldn’t handle even the smallest slight.
Seeing Charlotte turn her back on him, he stormed after her.
‘Quit acting like you’re better than everyone,” he sneered. “Just say the number–how much for a night with you?”
Charlotte suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Without hesitation, she turned around and slapped him hard across the face.
She didn’t hold back. A vivid red handprint bloomed on Thomas’s cheek, and the corner of his mouth split, blood trickling down.
Caught completely off guard, he froze in place, stunned by the slap
“Watch your mouth,” Charlotte said coldly, her eyes sharp and deadly. She spoke each word slowly and clearly.
Carmen Long, who had followed behind, came to a sudden stop when she saw Thomas get slapped. She stared in disbelief, speechless.
Once Thomas snapped out of his daze, his face twisted in fury. Cursing under his breath, he lunged at Charlotte, ready to strike.
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