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    The manager scoffed. “This store serves high-ss customers. You? You clearly don’t belong here. I was already generous by letting you stay this long, but since you’ve offended our VIPs, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”


    Hannah snickered, jumping in. “Quit the act. Look at you—cheap knockoffs, pretending you belong here. And you think you’re someone important? Please. This isedy gold.”


    Elena nced down at her simple shirt, jeans, and trench coat. “Ignorance really does breed confidence, doesn’t it? Just because you don’t recognize my clothes doesn’t mean they’re cheap. I wear what I like. Since when did the have aw that only designerbels can be worn here?”


    Every piece in Elena’s wardrobe was handpicked by Jolie, designed specifically for her. The fabrics, craftsmanship, andfort far surpassed shy designerbels. Only insecure people stered themselves in logos to feel important.


    Hannah rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah? If it’s not a cheap knockoff, then what is it? I say we let the manager check. Stop bluffing. This is the, not some rundown vige. Wearing fake brands and faking wealth—what a pathetic joke.”


    Hannah sneered, “Fake is fake. Maybe you can fool yourself, but don’t assume the rest of us are that dumb.”


    The manager stepped closer, eyeing Elena’s outfit with open disdain before echoing Hannah’s words. “Miss Perez, I’ve never seen this brand before. It’s probably some off-brand garbage from a small shop.”


    Hannah smirked triumphantly. “I knew it. Cheap trash. People like you should stick to bargain bins. Who knows what kind of germs you just put on that bag?”


    The manager quickly reassured Hannah. “Don’t worry, Miss Perez. We’ll disinfect the bag right away.”


    Hannah’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Actually… I’ve changed my mind. She dirtied the bag, so she has to pay for it today. If not, she’s not leaving.”


    The manager hesitated, then grasped the situation. She turned sharply to Elena. “This bag was reserved for Mrs. Spencer. You touched it without permission, and now Mrs. Spencer isn’t happy. You need topensate. This is a limited-edition piece, the only one in the. It costs two million.”


    “Judging by how you look, there’s no way you can afford two million. So, you’ll pay one million aspensation.”


    Hannah bet Elena couldn’t pay — that was the point.


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    This was outright extortion. Elena’s gaze turned icy. She hadn’t even touched the bag. And even if she had, what of it? A million for touching a bag? What kind of scam was this?


    Elena’s voice was cold as ice. “Are you really demanding a million? Do you want this store wiped off the map in Uchison Mall? Be my guest. Try me.”


    Hannah scoffed. “Quit the act. You think you own Uchison Mall? If you can’t even pay a million, stop pretending you’re someone important.”


    “It’s honestly hrious how some people act all high and mighty when they can’t even afford nice things. My cousin is Wesley, and my aunt married into the Spencer family. If you apologize now, maybe I’ll be kind enough to let it go,” Hannah sneered, acting untouchable. To her, Elena was the lowest of the low—nothing more than a broke nobody.


    The store manager, fully siding with Hannah, snapped at Elena, “Miss Perez is being generous. Be grateful and apologize now! We all know you’ll never amass a million in this lifetime!”


    Elena didn’t even bother acknowledging their nonsense. Instead, she pulled out her phone and called Zachary Castillo, the head of the mall.


    Three minutester, Zachary arrived, slightly out of breath.


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