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    The store had five sales associates—three women and two men.


    Four were busy with patrons, leaving only one man in a tailored suit unupied. Yet, he chose not to approach, shooting the trio a disdainful look instead. Upon observing Chloe’s wide-eyed wonder, like a child dazzled by sweets, his disdain toward them deepened.


    The three women’s clothing was exquisite, custom-made garments recognizable only to those attuned to true luxury.<fnb0a6> Chapters first released on Find_Novel(.</fnb0a6>


    But the male sales associate concluded they were just window shopping, unable to afford anything. He considered serving them a waste of time, fearing it could cost him a chance at a wealthy client. He even mocked their clumsy disguises inwardly, convinced they were by no means wealthy women.


    “Christina, how does this ruby ne look? Isn’t it beautiful? I think it would be stunning on you!” Chloe gushed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She could hardly wait to ask the sales associate to take out the ruby ne for a closer look.


    Chloe looked around for assistance and only saw one sales associate avable, standing still by another counter. She couldn’t help but call out, “Excuse me, sir, could you please bring out this ne?”


    Her words went unacknowledged, the male sales associate refusing to budge. Thinking he hadn’t heard her, Chloe raised her voice. “The gentleman over there, could you pleasee over?”


    His disregard left her displeased, but she maintained her politeness, her tone soft and free of irritation.


    The male sales associate cast a nce at the three and then dragged his feet over with obvious reluctance, moving as sluggishly as a sleepy ko. “Could you please bring out this ne for me?” Chloe swallowed her irritation, forcing a polite smile as she pointed toward the ruby ne that had caught her eye.


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    Chloe rarely went out to purchase such things herself. More often than not, thetest designs were delivered straight to her home for her to select at her leisure. If not for past experiences, she would never have realized how some sales clerks judged customers solely by appearance—acting superior, dismissive, and haughty when they assumed the customers couldn’t afford to buy any pieces.


    “Miss, this piece—the Heart of Romance—is the crown jewel of our store, valued at a hundred million. No trial wearing allowed. Perhaps you might be interested in looking at the earrings instead?” The male sales associate smiled as he spoke, yet his drawling tone carried a sting, each word dripping with quiet condescension. His manner might have seemed courteous on the surface, but beneath ity biting sarcasm.


    Having grown up in the shelter of the Scott family, Chloe had always been treated well within the upper circles of society. She had rarely crossed paths with such people. She could not detect the scorn hidden in his voice; all she knew was that his words irritated her.


    Christina and Eloise, however, caught the insinuation immediately. It was clear—he was mocking them as pitiable women who could never afford fine jewelry.


    “Who said the store’s prized possession can’t be tried on? Who made that ridiculous rule?” Chloe burst out, her anger shing. Usually, she could slip on any piece she fancied, with luxury houses practically begging her to try their entire collection.


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