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    Hannah clung to Zoie’s arm and murmured, “Yeah… My aunt’s buying this bag. I must have been mistaken earlier. Since it’s not damaged, there’s no need forpensation. Let’s just forget about it, okay?”


    Zachary then turned his attention to Elena.


    Elena’s face was unreadable—cold and indifferent. She said nothing.


    Impatient, Zoie pulled out her card. “I don’t have all day. Ring it up and stop wasting my time.”


    Her clipped voice carried clear hostility when she nced at Elena.


    Elena instantly caught the resentment in Zoie’s eyes.


    Ever since Zoie learned Elena was a Harper, her attitude shifted; now every look was tinged with displeasure.


    The cashier swiped the card several times, but the transaction failed. “Mrs. Spencer, your card has been frozen. It’s not working. Do you have another form of payment?”


    “Frozen? What do you mean frozen?” Zoie snapped, frustration bubbling over. “Are you sure you’re swiping it right? There’s no way my card isn’t working!”


    The cashier tried again and again, but the result was the same. “Ma’am, the card is definitely frozen. You’ll need to use a different one.”


    Zoie snatched the card from the cashier’s hands, staring at it as if it had personally betrayed her. Suddenly, realization dawned, and her expression soured instantly. There was only one person who could’ve done this—Wesley. This was the only card she had. With it frozen, she didn’t even have a thousand bucks on her, let alone two million.


    The cashier hesitated before asking, “Mrs. Spencer, would you like to use a different card?”


    By now, all eyes were on Zoie and the cashier.


    Hannah’s smug confidence quickly crumbled into visible difort. She leaned in, her voice hushed and urgent. “Zoie, haven’t you found another card yet? People are staring. Let’s just pay and get the hell out of here.”


    Zoie’s expression darkened. “How the hell am I supposed to pay? This is the only damn card I have!”


    Hannah’s eyes widened in panic. “So what now? What are we supposed to do?” Walking away from this purchase now, in front of all these people, would be beyond humiliating.


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    A wave of resentment crashed over Hannah as she red at Zoie. Zoie was part of the Spencer family, but she couldn’t even cough up a measly two million? Pathetic. Once she married Wesley, she wouldn’t think twice about dropping two million. Heck, even twenty million wouldn’t faze her!


    Zachary’s sharp gaze flickered—he could tell Zoie was out of her depth. “Mrs. Spencer, weren’t you the one bragging just now about how two million was nothing to you? You can afford it, right?”


    The moment those words left his mouth, whispers rippled through the crowd.


    “No freaking way. She can’t even afford a two-million-dor bag?”


    “She wouldn’t shut up about how rich she was, and now look at her. Embarrassing.”


    “Aren’t the Spencers the richest family in the? How the heck do they not have two million lying around?”


    “Oh, you didn’t hear? She’s not Wesley’s birth mother. Rumor has it she was the mistress who climbed her way up…”


    The second Zoie heard the word “mistress,” her eyes turned sharp, deadly—like a cornered snake ready to strike.


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