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    The sales assistant fully expected Christina to crumble and waited for panic, for groveling. But Christina didn’t blink. Her expression remained still, unreadable—almost amused.


    The sales assistant frowned. Maybe Christina didn’t hear what she had said?


    “Did you catch that? She’s a Reed. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll apologize. Quickly.” Katie brimmed with smug satisfaction.


    Thea crossed her arms, her nose tilted skyward in full aristocratic disdain. “I’m in a generous mood today,” she said haughtily. “So here’s your chance. Apologize, and I might overlook your little outburst. Otherwise—”


    “Otherwise what?” Christina’s voice cut in, a soft chuckle threading through her words as she lifted a brow.


    Thea froze, stunned by the dismissiveness in thatugh. It wasn’t defiant. It was worse—it was amused. Like Christina didn’t even register her as a threat.


    Thea’s voice rose with indignation. “Otherwise, I’ll have the staff throw you out myself! Don’t forget—I’m a premium client of this brand!”


    No answer came from Christina. Instead, she pushed Chloe up to the leather sofa and sank down with deliberate, unhurried ease.


    Confusion rippled through the room. Everyone watched Christina,pletely mystified by her behavior.


    Making herselffortable, Christina folded one leg over the other and draped her arm along the sofa’s back as though she owned the ce.


    Katie’s temper red. She stormed forward, saying, “Did you hear me? That’s a VIP client you’re disrespecting!”


    Azy smile touched Christina’s lips as she lifted a brow. “So what?” she replied, her voice smooth and unbothered.


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    Thea’s frustration reached its breaking point. Something in Christina’s casual attitude and drawled words made it feel as if she wasn’t even aware of the tension in the room.


    Katie’s voice rose, sharper now. “You’d better apologize—unless you want the embarrassment of being thrown out! You’re not even on our VIP list. Don’t think we can’t show you the door!”


    Instead of reacting, Christina turned to the sales assistant. “Is this your usual approach to customer service?”


    The sales assistant sized up Christina and Chloe, instantly pegging them as everyday shoppers with limited means—especially since Chloe’s wheelchair hinted at hardship. Experience had taught her that families dealing with such challenges rarely splurged on luxury items, let alone high-end brands.


    Backing these two against Reed Group’s treasured girl would be nothing short of reckless. With a choice between big spenders and guests who looked out of ce, her loyalty was already decided—premium clients always came first. After all, a heftymission would being her way if Thea splurged on a few more handbags.


    With a practiced smile, the sales assistant said, “Apologies, but our premium members are entitled to private shopping. Unless you reach that status, we have to ask you to leave. That’s simply store policy.”


    Despite the sales assistant’s polite tone, contempt danced in her eyes. The words about leaving came out sharper, almost dripping with open scorn by the end.


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