?<strong>Chapter 882:</strong>


    Jenesis supported her choice. “Please follow Carrie’s request. Once you’ve disyed the items, you can leave us to browse. Carrie prefers to shop without a guide.”


    “Okay.” Another staff member emerged, carrying a tray. Upon hearing the instructions, she set the tray on the counter. The tray disyed a selection of styles that Jenesis had previously chosen.


    Carrie turned to ask Jenesis for her input, only to find her frowning slightly as she excused herself. “Carrie, you and Camille pick first. I need to use the restroom.”


    Arion, ncing at his phone, quickly said, “I have to answer this call. I’ll be back shortly.”


    Suddenly, Carrie and Camille were the only ones left in the expansive jewelry store.


    Shortly thereafter, a woman with wless makeup entered, nked by two bodyguards dressed in ck suits and sunsses. Her attire was extravagantly expensive, including a limited edition Hermès bag worth nearly ten million and a prominent emerald ne, making her resemble a walking fortune. She looked like the wealthy heiress from a novele to life. Next to this woman, even Marina would seem modest.


    As the woman approached Carrie, a richly bnced fragrance filled the air—potent yet not overwhelming.


    “Are you two the staff here?” she asked, removing her sunsses and casually cing them on the counter before handing her bag to Camille.


    Before Camille could respond, the woman reached out and took a ruby ne that Carrie was examining. One of her bodyguards promptly handed her a mirror.


    “Miss Hinks,” the woman said as she held the ne against her neck and checked her reflection. “This piece isn’t bad, but it seems to make my skin look rougher.”


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    Camille, recovering from her surprise, set the bag down on the counter with a thud and asked, “Are you blind? Do we look like staff to you? Besides, we’ve reserved the entire store for ourselves today. Please leave.”


    The woman hesitated, her eyes briefly ncing over her bag on the counter, yet there was no sign of affection in her gaze. She then looked up at Camille dismissively and asked, “Reserved by you?”


    Camille initially felt her temper rising, but upon assessing the woman’s expensive attire, she guessed she was dealing with a tycoon’s daughter. This was Isonridge, not Orkset. Any trouble here wouldn’t be easily smoothed over by her family, and in the end, Carrie would be the one dealing with the fallout.


    She managed to calm herself and responded in a more subdued tone, “Yes, we’ve reserved the store today. If you find something you like, you’re wee to return another time.”


    The woman’s lips formed a slight smile as she said, “And what if I want to see something today?” Camille was visibly annoyed.


    At that moment, Carrie intervened, cing herself in front of Camille and suggesting gently, “Since you’re also interested in making a purchase, perhaps we could browse the selections together.”


    Carrie knew she wouldn’t wear all the jewelry the Morrison family possessed, let alone the additional pieces received as gifts at her recent banquet. She hadn’t intended to buy much today, but with the Morrison family’s tendencies, they might purchase all the items in the store for her. Now, with this assertive young woman’s arrival, perhaps she could alleviate some of Carrie’s burden by purchasing some items herself.


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