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    “How could he treat us like this? We came first, yet he ignored us the moment someone else walked in!” Chloe turned to herpanions and seethed with indignation.


    Eloise muttered, “He’s nothing but a shallow snob who dons a fawning smile at the rich but sneers at those he assumes are far from wealth.”


    Jaida’s expression soured the instant she heard the male sales assistant being ridiculed. To her, mocking the sales assistant tentatively serving her was no different from mocking her.


    Jaida turned and ran her eyes over the three women from head to toe. Their appearance was in, without a single trace of jewelry—not even the simplest pair of earrings. The only thing that gave her pause was their clothing, which looked decent enough. She wondered whether they were merely clever replicas stitched from quality fabric.


    “Where did these tasteless hillbillies crawl out from?” Jaida lifted a hand to cover her nose, frowning in disgust as though the three of them carried some unbearable stench. “Since when has this store allowed its standards to plummet so low? Now just anyone off the streets can walk inside.”


    Jaida snapped her fingers at the male sales assistant before continuing with a scoff, “Jett, be sure to convey my suggestion to the manager—this store needs stricter requirements. The sight of such shabby people ruins the entire shopping experience for real customers.”


    As naive as she was, Chloe didn’t fail to grasp such tant sarcasm. Her cheeks flushed crimson with fury as she raised her voice. “Who are you calling tasteless hillbillies? What makes you think you’re any more refined?”


    Chloe mimicked Jaida’s gesture, sweeping her gaze up and down with disdain. “You’ve decked yourself out in gaudy jewels, unting them like trophies. Are you so desperate for attention, afraid the world won’t know you’re just nouveau riche?”


    Nothing enraged Jaida more than that particr insult. Within elite circles, she endured such jabs only because her husband’s business ties forced her to smile through the humiliation. For profit’s sake, she could tolerate the whispers from old money, but how dare these three “hillbillies” hurl the same insult at her? Jaida’s temper snapped, and she swung her hand up, ready to p Chloe across the face. She expected a sharp, ringing blow—but before she couldnd it, Christina’s hand shot out, catching her wrist in a grip of iron.<fn174d> This text is hosted at Find1Novel</fn174d>


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    Jaida never imagined this woman possessed such strength. No matter how she struggled, she could not wrench herself free.


    “Let go of me! Do you even know who I am? My husband is the chairman of the Lopez Group!” Jaida shrieked, her voice high with outrage.


    “I don’t care who you are. Lay a finger on my friends, and you’ll regret it.” Christina’s lips curved into the faintest smile, her cold gaze radiating menace. Her aura was formidable, though she usually kept it hidden to avoid drawing attention. But now, unleashed in full, it struck terror into everyone around her. Chloe and Eloise gazed at Christina with wide, adoring eyes, their hearts pounding with admiration. She appeared somanding, so unshakably reassuring. They were inwardly squealing, their admiration for her growing with each passing second.


    Jaida froze, her scalp tingling, cold sweat running down her spine. How had this woman suddenly be so terrifying?


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