The next day, Serena and Alicia finished reviewing the retail properties under Amber Group.


    Alicia exined, "When Amber Group first started, they invested in a lot of retail properties for long-term growth. That''s how people like Shania managed to stick around and leech off thepany. These stores bring in decent profits because the headquarters can''t interfere directly."


    Serena skimmed through the list. The closest one was a second-hand luxury store in a nearby shopping district.


    "Perfect. I could use the driving practice," Alicia said, twirling her car keys.


    The two soon arrived at the second-hand luxury store.


    When they arrived at the store, Serena immediately spotted several rich wives and mistresses. They were all wrapped up discreetly, sneaking in to sell the luxury items their men had gifted them.


    They lingered at the counters, waiting for price estimates.


    Serena didn''t expose them. But a familiar voice came from the corner.


    "That''s way too low! These two bags cost me over a hundred thousand each in required purchases just to get them!"


    "Apologies, madam. But as you mentioned, that was two years ago. The market has changed. And based on current trends, this is the best price we can offer."


    The sales associate typed out a number on the calctor.


    Rachel frowned at the quote.


    The bags weren''t big. But back when she bought them, she had spent nearly a million dors to secure them. Now, their resale value had plummeted to tens of thousand of dors.


    But this was already the most generous second-hand store in the area. If she didn''t sell here, the next store might offer even less.


    "Fine, whatever. I''ve got more expensive pieces anyway," Rachel muttered.


    Just as Rachel was about to give her ount details for the transfer, a figure approached from behind.


    "Older styles from two years ago might be outdated, but there are still customers who love vintage. How about adding another two thousand?"


    The associate immediately looked up. Unlike luxury boutiques, second-hand stores required sharper instincts. One nce told her this was the new owner.


    She smiled eagerly and said, "You''re absolutely right. Madam, I''d be happy to add another two thousand for you."


    "Really? Thanks..." Rachel''s face lit up. But when she turned around and saw Serena, her expression froze.


    Panic shed across her face. She hastily yanked up her mask, grabbed her bags, and stood up.


    "I''m not selling anymore! Forget it!"


    She hastily took her jewelry box, her loud exmation drawing everyone''s attention.


    As the crowd turned to look, Serena picked up an earring from the table with a smile.


    "Mrs. Jansen, you forgot your earring."


    The moment she spoke, the room buzzed with whispers.


    "Wait, is that Mrs. Jansen? The wife of Jansen Group''s CEO?"


    "Wow. I mean, I get why we''re here, but why is she selling off her stuff?"


    "Yeah, that''s Rachel Lloyd. She''s just a second wife with no real power. It looks like she''s selling off her luxury goods to get by. Is Jansen Group in trouble?" "She always acted so superior. Looks like she''s finally getting a taste of reality."" They were rich wives and mistresses who knew exactly who Rachel was.


    Rachel''s face burned with humiliation. But for the sake of that ten-thousand-dor earring, she gritted her teeth and turned back to grab it.


    Serena didn''t stop her.


    As they brushed past each other, Serena lowered her voice and said, "Six million dors. Even if you sell everything you own, it won''t be enough. And I''m running out of patience."


    Rachel''s steps faltered before she rushed out the door even faster.


    Not only did she run into Serena here, but she got exposed too. What terrible luck!


    She looked down at the items in her hands, gripping them tightly. She was nowhere close to six million dors.