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    “Apologies, Miss, but that is our store’s policy. We generally don’t allow customers to try such items,” the male sales associate responded with a broad grin, yet his eyes were as cold as stone.<fna008> Checktest chapters at f?ndnovel</fna008>


    Whenever he thought a customercked the means, he would refuse to show them even the cheapest pieces, preferring to keep everything locked away. After all, if something were damaged, how could such people possibly afford thepensation?


    “Is this how you’re trained to speak to customers—with such thinly veiled sarcasm?” Christina’s expression hardened, her voice sharp. She stepped in front of Chloe, shielding her protectively.


    “Please, Miss, don’t get me wrong. I’ve been smiling at you the entire time. There’s no sarcasm at all. I was simply suggesting that if money is a concern, you might prefer to browse our earrings. Perhaps the three of you could pool together enough for a pair,” the male sales associate replied smoothly, his grin fixed.


    His manner seemed pleasant enough, but beneath the words was a deliberate insult—mocking them for not being able to afford even earrings.


    “We’re not here to buy earrings—we’re here for a ne!” Chloe peeked out from behind Christina, her cheeks flushed with indignation. She still hadn’t fully realized they were being ridiculed.


    “Miss, our nes cost millions, and the one you have your eye on is worth over a hundred million. Are you absolutely certain you can buy it? If so, kindly pay first, and I’ll bring it out immediately.” The male sales associate’s nose tilted higher with every word, dripping arrogance. To him, women without wealth or status were nothing.


    He was convinced they could not possibly afford it and would soon slink away in embarrassment. Besides, being the manager’s brother, he had no fear of losing his position.


    “I want to see your manager,” Christina ordered, her voice like ice.


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    “Our manager is busy, far too important to meet just anyone,” the male sales associate answered, shing a smug, self-satisfied smile.


    At that very moment, a middle-aged woman entered the store, her presence radiating wealth from head to toe. Her ne glittered, her earrings sparkled, and her rings gleamed with gemstones—every piece extravagant, announcing her as a truedy of high society.


    The moment the male sales associate spotted her, his entire demeanor transformed. His eyes lit up, and a fawning smile spread across his face as he scurried over eagerly, tailing her like a sycophantic shadow.


    The male sales assistant greeted Jaida Lopez, the middle-aged woman in question, with overblown enthusiasm, practically bending himself in half with obsequious ttery. “Mrs. Lopez, you look absolutely radiant today! Our boutique has just brought in several new designs, and I’m certain they would suit you perfectly. Allow me to show you around so you can pick whichever catches your eye.”


    To the male sales assistant, Jaida was a prized patron; every one of her visits to the jewelry store ended with purchases worth millions. Her very presence was a blessing for his sales record.


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